The Obligatory Post-NYC Visit Blog

This is an extremely picture heavy post. I apologize to those of you who have anything less than cable internet.






New York City Public Library. I was walking by and I realized I had no "city" pictures. I think this was the first time I took pictures all day, actually and this was pushing 1PM.


I walked down to FIT for the tour, because I was running early (anyone who knows me knows thats a miracle in and of itself) I walked around the FIT musuem, I don't understand fashion at all. We walked down a few steps, a hallway and I saw the following two things, which I have to share with you.








It's as if they made it just for me! (joke!)





I wish my classrooms had this sign.


Then I saw this wall. The Wall of Spools.













Who knew grey had so many different shades? We saw antique knitting machines, that made shirts and socks. There is more technicalness to this than I'm saying but I was very warm and slightly bored. I know, I shouldn't have been bored, but I'd be lying if I said I was super interested. I think if I had felt a little better I would have been more interested.
























The first two are pictures of the machine, the third is what it produces. A circular, shirt like product. Very cool. I was impressed. The fourth picture is a closeup. Kind of blurry but I thought I would include it.




Antique sock machine.




If they had been cut, it wouldn't look like bright red sausage.





Some students were using these machines, by now I was ready to pass out from being so warm, so I took a picture of a picture of the actual machine. It's automatic and really cool to watch being used.





I got myself a bottle of watery goodness and preboarded. I waited. and just a few quick moments before the Craft Yarn Council lady got up to speak, I took these pictures. They are to my right, (I was sitting on the far left) to the back (I was six rows from the front row, directly behind Stephanie's family) and one aimed toward the center.












I noticed a few seats empty and I was slightly disappointed. Stephanie was phenomenal and I have been calling my friends muggles completely! by accident. She spoke about her stash, which got me to thinking about mine. So I took some pictures of the yarn I purchased, and my stash. I realized its a REAL stash when I have no idea where a skien of burnt orange cotton came from.


Bottom right in the picture. It's sitting happily among its friends.




I [USUALLY] love the bags they give you when you purchase yarn. I don't knowwhy, but I do.





I realized when I got home that it looked like I was carrying pornography around. Not yarn. Or perhaps my mind has drifted into the abyss of the streets and highways...


My purchases:


That's everyone together. This bottom picture could be my favorite that I've ever personally taken. It reminds me of yarn spaghetti. I think its just an awesome picture. I'm sure I'm the only one who thinks that, but thats just fine with me.



Above is Tahki Cotton Classic that I plan to use for a bag featured in the latest issue of Interweave Knits. I bought it at the Yarn Connection. The Yarn Connection is the provider of the yarn-porn bag.

Below is 50% Cashmere & 50% Merino which I couldn't pass up when I saw the colors. I'm also not on a yarn diet so I figured I could splurge. It was a hand spun I believe, and I bought it from School Products which was HUGE. They had such an amazing amount of yarn. I wouldn't mind taking another trip up there to visit them again. I even got a really good lunch out if it :)!









We were given balls of Paton's SWS. I knit my square for Warm Up American and decided I'd make another square. It's really beautiful yarn.
We were also given pins and I took a picture of all the other stuff I used/needed to navigate my day because I felt the need to continue to take pictures.







Well, that was my trip. I have to finish packing, as I'm spending my spring break in Florida. Dad has already promised me a trip to HIS local yarn store. I hope you enjoyed the pictures.