What happened to spring? I'm prostrate from the shock of renewed unseasonal heat, a visit to my dentist, and the news that The Point in the West Village is closing tomorrow. Here's what the store looked like this afternoon.
While there I picked up a lone skein of Alchemy Juniper, some patterns, and a copy of Carol's book, Knitting Socks with Handpainted Yarn. I also eavesdropped on the lamentations of the regulars. I was only an occasional customer, but I can empathize with those who loved it, and also am sad to see it go.
Current public health admonitions to practice good hygiene while in crowds, particularly frequent hand-washing, seem strangely timely for MDS&W. Fiber festivals are such celebrations of the tactile – one is constantly feeling yarn, fiber, animals, fabrics, not to mention greeting people (or squeezing by them) and then eating – and I only occasionally wash my hands. Hm....
All the animal barns are equipped with gel dispensers, but this year I'm toting my own stash of wipes and sanitizer (minimum 60% alcohol – read why). After all, new occasions teach new duties.