We did it! We moved!
Scribbling this to you from a newly hooked-up computer that is sipping our newly installed wifi.
Huge thanks to the intrepid team who is making it all happen: Ashley, Janet, Chris, Allison, and Hannah. And of course, Cristina and Kay are eternally here, in a virtual way, from Philadephia and New York.
More to come next week, but basically: we’re really a) sad to be leaving our old digs and b) happy about the new digs.
We feel like this is a transformative moment for us.
Our hope and dream is that you’ll be able to come visit us here as soon as it’s safe.
You’re the reason we’ve moved to a bigger space—as much as we need more room for our yarns, we wanted space to be together with you. Not to sound exactly like my grandmother, but . . . when are you coming to see us? Please get out your calendar and make a note to come to Nashville as soon as the coast is clear.
Meanwhile . . .
During all the scrambling and packing, I’ve been working on a sock.
It’s the Little Tents pattern from Field Guide No. 11: Wanderlust, aka the Sock One. Toe up, magic loop, short row heel, so happy.
(Background: our new table. Can never have too many distressed wood surfaces.)
It’s my first time knitting with Julie Asselin’s Nomade sock yarn, long anticipated and finally in my hands.
Julie’s color sense is mighty elegant, and I’m having a swell time with Cité d’Or, this deep, golden color.
You may notice a few stitches that are definitely not Cite d’Or.
Those stitches are Uniball Micro Blue, souvenir of a day trip Hubbo and I took last weekend, driving around Middle Tennessee and pretending it was Tuscany.
My sock ended up on the floor of our car while we took in the pleasures of Hickman County, which looked exactly like Tuscany in that it had both trees and hills.
At some point, my sock met a rollerball, and it was just one of those things.