As some of you know, most of my stuff is in a storage space in beautiful Long Island City. It's not far from me, and I get to visit my things every couple of weeks when I need to get something (like yarn) or put something away.
There's storage, and then there's deep storage. Out-of-state storage. I stashed some things that I knew I wouldn't need immediately at my parents' house in Massachusetts. I should also say that some things are up there because I knew that I shouldn't touch them during this interim period in Queens. Or rather, I should say that I put one thing there for that reason. One very important thing.
My sewing machine.
I knew that the temptations of the Garment District would prove too much for a weak Subway Knitter. I knew that all those fun skirts I see on the subway would somehow convince me that yes, indeed, there is enough room in this teeny place for a sewing project to happen. We don't really need the kitchen table. And, yes, I have plenty of closet space to hang a baker's dozen of new clothing items.
There isn't enough room, and we do need the kitchen table. Extra closet space? Not really.
So, for those reasons the sewing machine is far, far away. Unfortunately Brooklyn General is not. And it was there that I met up with Alison, the Wee One, and Alison's mom (also known as the Wee One's charming Grandma).
I simply wasn't prepared. I knew that there would be yarn. I didn't know that there would be such great fabric.
So, the motto for this summer is "Stick with the knitting, Subway Knitter". Boo, hoo!