Come one and all, and if the knitting/quilting fates allow, the press will be kind. More kind, hopefully, than I was to a very dear knitting pal today, as I attempted to manipulate the "serene setting" of the shop and perhaps suggested that I could ply her child with movies and Benadryl in the waaaay back room of the shop. I am an ass, more so when there are cameras, with wee notebooks and pens in hand, waiting for an opportunity to misquote me. Mea culpa. I freaked at the last minute nature of the whole thing. As my own chirruns are all sick (doc. appt. at ten sharp tomorrow for the five hacking Becher kinder... Boris is going to have such fun with them!) I'm looking on the bright side... unless the photographer is as late as last time (the vanilla piece), I won't have my own children goofing up the public relations. I'm able to do that little chore all on my own. Melly is coming to shove a photo card into an orifice of the laptop (more ulterior motives... she might bring cookies, too!) so if you haven't already been to D-fly's blog snooping for photos(and they aren't there yet), we'll try and get that done tomorrow.
In other news, the copies of the new Amy Butler 'Midwest Modern' book were ordered today, and more great stuff is on it's way to the shop. Start thinking about joining the knit-along for the kidsilk