There I was, entering the Stitches Market with a plan, and a bag that was a bit heavier than it should have been since I planned to add something to it before I left. Why was my bag so heavy? Well, in addition to being a potential consumer, I was actually secretly playing delivery person. I had carted along with me three magazines to give to Franklin Habit, who has a fondness for old magazines. (I did spend some time trying to find the relevant post on his blog, but have decided that I'd rather actually publish this post than search).
The magazines in question were:
- Smart Knitting #1 Winter 1946-47 (I failed to take it's picture first... sorry)
- Columbia Minerva Hand Knits for Men Book 763
I was just sure I'd seen a post about this one (or one similar) on his blog, but cannot now find it...
I also had- Knitting with Simplicity Spring 1986
I worried a bit that the Simplicity was too recent for his tastes, but figured the worst that could happen is he didn't want it...
Anyway, it took very little time for me to realize that these magazines were heavy enough to be an annoyance, and that I didn't really want to lug them around all morning after all. So, I left Elizabeth to scout ahead in Aisle 900, and dashed out to see if I could locate Franklin's classroom. I scoured the big poster of class room assignments -- but he wasn't teaching until 2:00. Hmph. That meant I'd have to rely on chance to find one man in a huge Market.
Okay, it is true.... there weren't that many men shopping -- but still he was one person, on the move, in a venue with hundreds of people milling around. I could be ten yards from him and never find him.
I headed back to the Market and sent up a little prayer "please let me find Franklin so I can give him his present." No sooner had I done that, but I spied Franklin walking toward me down Aisle 700! He greeted me warmly, with a hug even. And that came before he learned that I was bearing gifts. That hug was a gift in itself.
Better still, he was delighted to discover that I had been searching just for him... and was very pleased with his magazines. One of them was a duplicate of one a friend of his owned -- that he'd been trying to pry from the friend's clutching hands for ages. He's pleased to have his own copy. I'm even more pleased to provide it. (I'm guessing his friend is also pleased that he'll not have to defend it any more).
But the one I'd worried would be ... not up to snuff ... turned out to be a hit. That 1986 cover -- so very very 80s ... with a mystery object on it. (What is she holding?) He said that the mystery would almost certainly wind up being part of a post on The Panopticon -- so keep your eyes peeled there. I won't say anything more here, because I just know his post will be so much wittier. Besides, it was his idea.
So... I got a lovely visit with Franklin. He got some fun magazines to play with. My heart and bag were lightened, and I returned to the fray -- list in hand -- to scout the Market.
Next up: The Temptations