Today, the Harlot launches her new book in Toronto.
She's invited the Toronto knitters to go out into Toronto to scare the rest of the natives by doing inexplicable knitterly things in public --including (but surely not limited to) photographing socks in a bunch of local Toronto places and things for a sort of sock - photo bingo, for which there will be prizes. (Steph is not one for limiting people, last I checked).
Many of us, trapped far from Toronto, thought it would be fun to play along in our own local venues. (You can see photos from a bunch of intrepid inexplicable knitters here)
I am one of them.
I had big plans. I did. I'd thought of a bunch of places I could take a sock -- to really show it the town. And I figured out ways to take pictures that would both fit the inexplicable knitterly sock photo theme without necessarily exposing exactly where I live to the poeple who out in random internet-land who don't actually know me. I had a pretty big list too.
And then I woke up. And it was cold and gray and did I mention cold.
My motivation to roam all over town taking sock pictured withered on the vine.
However, I DID start a new sock just for the occasion. Meet Rivendell
I first learned about Rivendell in one of Stephanie's posts. Such is the power of the Harlot, that the poor designer was compelled by all of our requests to release this pattern in advance of the book in which the pattern is going to appear. Thus, it seemed appropriate to start that sock today, in honor of Steph's latest book. I'm sure I'll buy Rivendell's book too, in the end.
Rivendell went with me to the gym today. Fitting... since her early rows involve horsing things around in ways I'm not used to. I was going to take her picture looking out over all the machines, but couldn't see a way to do it without including random exercisers who might not WANT to be shown on the internets with a baby sock.
Then Rivendell and I went to a men's clothing store. DH wanted my advice re the fit of some new pants, since I've told him I'm tired of seeing him in baggy butt slacks. I should have taken Rivendell's picture there. But didn't. It's not a notably local place, what with being a national chain and all.
The wee sock thought we'd find Stephanie's new book there already. It wouldn't listen to me when I said I was sure it wouldn't be there, what with today being Launch Day and all.
It wouldn't listen to Harlequin either (he went along).
No new books there either. But that's okay. We'll get one soon. I promised.
Where did your socks take YOU today?