stitch markers? check.
tape measure? check.
sock tote? check
So I spent the four-hour flight reading trashy magazines and napping. I’d rather have been knitting, of course, but it could have been worse. On my last cross-country flight, for instance, they played Failure to Launch [shudder].
As soon as I got to the building where the conference was being held (Royce Hall at UCLA), I realized that it was the college home of both Buffy Summers AND Sydney Bristow (and also Rory Gilmore, if that’s your thing).
Don’t let my cool casual posture fool you — I am all aflutter. The TV nerd in me (which, if we’re being honest, is almost all of me) was really, really embarassingly excited. I mean, can’t you just picture Sydney sprinting out those doors after ditching her realistically depicted (snort) 19th-century American lit course, because her pager flashed a 911 from Spy Daddy?
I had a few hours on Sunday before my flight, and needed some needles for the trip home. The incredibly kind, funny, fascinating Jillian/Ms. Sknitty was good enough to meet up for some lunch and yarn shopping.
After a huge and tasty lunch at Jerry’s Famous Deli (where we noted that, in a city where no one seems to eat, there are some alarmingly big portions), we went to Compatto, where half the store was on sale and a cuddly chow/lab mixed named Gracie charmed our socks off.
See how Jillian is humoring poor Gracie with a belly rub, even as her eagle eye is on the sale shelf? She walked away with a heap of excellent yarn for an unbelievable price.
Then we headed over to A Mano, which may have been the friendliest, most welcoming big-city yarn shop I’ve ever visited. I bought my sock needles there, and a skein of Malabrigo for some more fingerless mitts (Dashing, perhaps?).
Finally, before I headed to the airport, Jillian took me and a friend to the beach near the Santa Monica Pier, where we saw the most beautiful fucking sunset, like, ever.
As it turns out, that lovely orange glow in the photos, which we initially took for smog, was the beginning of this week’s deadly wildfires. Thanks for a lovely afternoon Jillian — stay safe!