Greetings from Gate 75, Vancouver International Airport (known to frequent travellers near and far as YVR). Odd that this is the first time in recent memory that I've had some good time to sit and write blog. I'm on my way to Interweave Command Central for the first time since I was interviewing. I am giddy with anticipation both of being in perhaps the happiest, coziest den of fiber goodness in all the land, and also because I love the work and the people. I've been up since 4AM; it's now 6:15. And here's what I'm thinking:

Despite all its seeming technological advancement, I was surprised to discover this morning when I swiped my passport into the automated check-in machine that the United States government still has my before-Werker name associated with my passport. This finally explains why (for I had refused to consider the obvious) customs agents and airline employees of all sorts always look at me inquisitively until I indicate the fancy dot matrix printout on the back cover of my passport signifying my official change of name. This is both significant because the government computer system should be more up to date, and as a subtle yet persistent nagging reminder that I'm a recovering misguided feminist. (ETA: What I meant in my fatigued stupor was that I'm recovering from the misguidedness, not from the feminism.)

I hate Starbucks and their coffee, but I will drink it to avoid the crapshoot that is airport sandwich vendor coffee.

I'm surprisingly coherent considering the hour of my waking.

I couldn't find my Seasilk scarf. I wanted it to be my plane knitting since my ripple ain't exactly travel-friendly anymore and my granny square escapade requires the constant presence of my grab bag of yarn scraps. I have limited room in my carry-on bag, so I tossed in a couple of self-striping skeins that were part of a gift bag Candi Jensen very generously gave the guests on the upcoming (Fall '07, baybee) Knit & Crochet Today show. I want to play around with a 3-D granny square, inspired by Amy's.

For kicks, here are fairly recent pics of my ripple and granny square progress:

ripple afghan progress

I'm still in love with this project. Many of the yarns were odd balls I picked up when I thought the Crochet Me book would have a set palette (we ditched that idea) — can you guess what that palette was to include? Some of the balls I've had sitting around for years, and it's nice to finally use them (the grey falls into this category, and also helps to add a bit of consistency throughout since I had four or five balls of grey – more than I had of any other single colour).

granny squares

The Granny-Along is getting huge. It's wild fun. In the photo you can see I decided to rip out the ugly single crochet border from the first half-dozen squares I made, in favour of just a traditional granny border. The squares look flatter, more uniform, and overall just better. I think I have a whopping eight squares made.

I find it fascinating and delightful that ripples and granny squares are drawing people to crochet more than any other single project I can recall. For three years I (and I was/am certainly not alone) worked hard trying to find The Project that would make people want to pick up their hook for the first time or for the first time in a long time. And what's done it? The traditional of traditional. Why now? Maybe because these ripples and granny squares aren't the dated ones that so stigmatized crochet. They're in modern colours, people are taking stunning photographs, and people are also connecting to their childhood experiences learning to crochet from their mothers or grandmothers. It's really exciting, and a lot of fun.

Now it's evening and I have free wireless in my hotel. I heart free wireless. Also, I'm not so coherent anymore. Bedtime.

PS It seems I titled this post “Seasons” — Why? I have no idea.

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