Happily Drained
The last day or so has been pretty blankie-licious for me. I know, I know, you haven't seen much of the blankie lately, and I'm starting to feel a little lonely for it myself. Amazingly, though, considering how little attention I've given it over the last few months, last night and today were blankie-intensive in the best possible ways imaginable.
First, last night when we finally came in from the naptime in the car, Joe checked the mail and found a large envelope postmarked from Australia.
I had almost forgotten about the e-mail interview I'd done with the reporter from the knitting magazine a few months ago. She had said she wanted to mention my blanket in an article about all kinds of ways to use up leftover sock scraps, so I assumed it would be something like a one-sentence mention as part of a little blurb. Even so, I was very excited when I pulled the magazine out of the envelope and saw such a lovely glossy publication.
As I flipped through the mag, looking for my little project, I saw lots of pretty and interesting things - some project that I might actually consider knitting myself even. And then, I found the page...
90% of the article on that page is the story of the blankie. I was dumbfounded and thrilled. I felt a bit like I was on some kind of high for the rest of the evening.
The blankie itself has been hanging around at the store promoting my class, which started today.
(Thanks for the photo, Sarah!) I'm always nervous when I start a new class, and today was no exception. It's always even a bit harder when it's a new class I haven't taught before, but I muddled through and everyone did okay and nobody cried or anything. Fun! Best of all, perhaps, was that the blankie had sold the class. None of my students were readers here (not yet anyway) so they were all entertained by the story of how I got the yarn and I didn't have to worry about which piece of too-personal information they were remembering about me from moment to moment.
The blankie came home with me today, and as soon as I finish the Christmas knitting, I swear I am going to start cranking out squares again. Teaching classes always leaves me happy, fulfilled, and also a little drained from over excitement.
We had no plans for dinner, so we took to our newly opened culinary horizons. Out we went to Punch for Neapolitan-style pizza baked in a woodburning oven. If you live in the metro area and have not yet tried this pizza, you need to go there as soon as possible. It's the yum.
Joe just *loves* it when I take his picture while he's eating. Loves it. Really.
First, last night when we finally came in from the naptime in the car, Joe checked the mail and found a large envelope postmarked from Australia.
I had almost forgotten about the e-mail interview I'd done with the reporter from the knitting magazine a few months ago. She had said she wanted to mention my blanket in an article about all kinds of ways to use up leftover sock scraps, so I assumed it would be something like a one-sentence mention as part of a little blurb. Even so, I was very excited when I pulled the magazine out of the envelope and saw such a lovely glossy publication.
As I flipped through the mag, looking for my little project, I saw lots of pretty and interesting things - some project that I might actually consider knitting myself even. And then, I found the page...
90% of the article on that page is the story of the blankie. I was dumbfounded and thrilled. I felt a bit like I was on some kind of high for the rest of the evening.
The blankie itself has been hanging around at the store promoting my class, which started today.
(Thanks for the photo, Sarah!) I'm always nervous when I start a new class, and today was no exception. It's always even a bit harder when it's a new class I haven't taught before, but I muddled through and everyone did okay and nobody cried or anything. Fun! Best of all, perhaps, was that the blankie had sold the class. None of my students were readers here (not yet anyway) so they were all entertained by the story of how I got the yarn and I didn't have to worry about which piece of too-personal information they were remembering about me from moment to moment.
The blankie came home with me today, and as soon as I finish the Christmas knitting, I swear I am going to start cranking out squares again. Teaching classes always leaves me happy, fulfilled, and also a little drained from over excitement.
We had no plans for dinner, so we took to our newly opened culinary horizons. Out we went to Punch for Neapolitan-style pizza baked in a woodburning oven. If you live in the metro area and have not yet tried this pizza, you need to go there as soon as possible. It's the yum.
Joe just *loves* it when I take his picture while he's eating. Loves it. Really.
posted by Shelly Kang at 9:31 PM
10 Comments:
Tell me Julie didn't eat that WHOLE THING on the plate in front of her!
You gotta love a pizza place that puts green things on their pie. Yay for you on the article. You're international now.
Congrats on your blankie magazine article. The author must have thought you had the best use of left-over sock yarn.
How very cool! Congrats to you and the blankie!
Very cool on the article!
Did you come to the Punch near me (Highland Park)? We LOVE Punch...it's beyond delicious, and they put such interesting things on the pizza.
Congratulations on the article!!! That is SO great and exciting. And I am glad that you had fun with your class.
It is amazing how Joe can make that pained expression!! We can all see exactly how he feels about it!!
No probs for the photo. Wish it did more justice to the blankie. Which, if I haven't already told you, is splendid.
I bought that mag last week, and sat yesterday eating my lunch reading that great article. I never even realised it was you until now. How nice, and I cant believe how many people sent you yarn too. Good luck with completing some more of it too.
Since I had a chance to see the blankie in person, I can easily understand why the article was 90% about the project. It is fantastic. Congratulations!
I could have sworn that I saw Joe with the girls at Chipotle on Saturday. Since you weren't with them I figured that you were teaching a class.
Go Blankie Go!
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