|The latest edition of Vogue Knitting.|
Often I wonder why there is never a chill on the thrill of dressing up, jumping into my car and heading into Paris. When it’s to meet a friend, the pleasure is heightened. What could be more fun than Paris with a friend?
Today, I’m meeting my great, great friend, Trisha Malcolm. If you’re a knitter you may know her. She is the editor of “Vogue Knitting” the magazine that consistently proves that tricot is a glamorous pastime. Trisha is the creative force behind designer pattern contributions, sophisticated articles and fashion forward layouts.
It’s been almost two years since our last meeting. Ladurée is always a good idea because it’s one of those restaurants that lets you sit at table for hours and Trisha and I need hours to catch-up on our lives and juicy New York gossip.
I do not know how to knit, but have been “cast on” many times in my life from everyone from my mother, who was a talented knitter (I still wear a red cable stitch cardigan she made for me when I was a teenage), and Trisha. I’ve never accomplished anything beyond a long, skinny scarf with lots of holes in it where I dropped stitches.
What I discovered though is that I really like the Zen quality of knitting one looooong, slender column. It’s not the end, but rather the means I enjoy. Well, it would be nice if I could boast that I’m wearing a scarf I made that doesn’t look moth eaten.
|It’s tempting to try knitting a scarf, one more time.|
Look at this article about 17 ways to “age proof” our brains and please note number eight. Who knew?
I’m starting to wonder if I have some yarn in the house. I think I know where there are a couple of needles. Maybe while we’re gossiping, Trisha could set me up for a new scarf challenge. And, everything I drop a stitch in her presence she could pick it up. Or, maybe not.