Blog, or knit?

To blog, or to knit? That is the question. Based on how often I manage to blog, you can probably guess what I have been doing lately.



New yarns and new patterns have been coming into the shop and I want to try them all. The problem I have is that there are still only 24 hours in a day. So please forgive me if I am not the world's greatest blogger. Truth be told, I'm not even close.



For those of you who come into the shop, please mark Sunday Nov 18th on your calendar. We will be having a designer here in the shop by the name of Jennifer Hagan. She is just the most gracious lady. If you haven't heard of her yet, you will. This lady is heading to the top. Her designs have appeared in several magazines, but the real feather in her cap so far is that one of her designs is going to be on the cover the upcoming book "Son of Stitch N Bitch".



You won't want to miss her trunk show. She will have patterns here as well and I can almost bet she will be more than happy to autograph the patterns for you.



There will be more about this on our website.



You know, having moved our shop to 152nd has proved to be entertaining as well as being a good decision.



Thursday, during the storm, we had more than our share of entertainment. Across the street where the new town square is being built, there is a huge mound of dirt that they have been protecting with an enormous tarp held down by cinder blocks.



Well folks, when the wind picked up, they may have well been trying to hold down that old tarp with toothpicks. It started lifting off the ground like some big black hot air balloon. Workers around the construction site scrambled to secure the tarp. I would guess there were about seven of these burly guys doing what burly guys do best - thinking they could outsmart Mother Nature.



They were holding onto the tarp, trying to get the blocks down again, when WHOOSH, here comes another burst of wind. What we were watching friends, looked like an exaggerated version of Mary Poppins. The tarp took flight again and these men were no longer touching ground.



The tarp tore and one fellow actually fell, not far, but I bet he was happier to be laying on the ground than contemplating the possibility of soaring over the tops of the buildings in our little community.



Now I have to give credit where credit is due. The workers kept on trying to secure the tarp (you would have thought that dirt was gold) and finally got it secured by the time their shift ended. But, and this is the part I don't think we should mention to these guys, the wind didn't die down for hours after they left, and guess what kept right on flapping in the breeze.

Sometimes I have to wonder how civilization has come as far as it has.