Friday morning, I woke, on my own, well before my standard morning time. Sans an alarm. I'm not sure how that happened. But it did.
Whichy went off to class, and the Divine Though Blogless Elizabeth and I puttered, and showered, and got ready, and went down, and dawdled over the breakfast of champions (chocolate croissants), and knit, and then still had over an hour to kill before the Market opened.
Our plan was to wander the Market before lunch, after which I had class.
I did a bit more damage in the market. Oops. There was a skein of sock yarn that would NOT let me leave without it. I did try. Really I did.
But by succumbing to temptation, I met a lovely person, who owns a lovely yarn store somewhere -- and along with that store, she has this most amazing vehicle.
I want one.
tee hee. (And yes, I want a store to go with it. wouldn't you?)
I wonder what the balls of yarn on top do the handling....
Anyway, I did get to see all of the market, sort of.
I did buy yarn for Bookworm's annual sweater,
but did not find the right stuff for what Kitty wants.
And I caved on a skein of oh-my-god soft and delicious lace-weight from SheepyTime Knits.
But then it was time for class.
Friday's class wasn't as rewarding for me as it could have been. It was billed as an Advanced Class, but I think that was overstating it quite a bit. Once again, our teacher was very enthusiastic, and many of the people in the class seemed to get a lot out of it. Alas, I learned nothing new at all.
I think there might have been time for the stuff I really went there to learn had there been homework. The stuff we knit during the first portion of the class was really very simple, and it was really there to prepare us to do the stuff the brochure claimed that we were going to learn. Alas, our teacher didn't assign it ahead of time, so we spent class time on the set up instead of on the "good stuff". It's a valid choice, I think, in beginner and even sometimes intermediate classes. By having folks knit the start of the thing in class, you have a chance to be sure that everyone does know how to do the set up stuff. But in an Advanced class, I think that you ought to be able to expect your students to know that stuff.
Perhaps I should quit trying to learn knitting things at Stitches, and start trying to teach them there instead.
After class, we met up with my friend DT, and dashed off for dinner at the Sushi Station. There's not a lot of waiter interaction at Sushi Station, but there is a never ending stream of Sushi coming to your table. Like this:
They figure out your tab at the end of the night by counting the little plates (which are color coded by price).