I know! I’ve been awful about keeping you all up to date, this summer has been intensely busy and filled with good things so I will be working hard to catch up over the next few weeks. At any rate, I have no shortage of topics for writing about! Before I go back and revisit our trip to San Francisco, and all my fiber and food and publishing adventures, I MUST tell you about the recent trip to Portland!
J scored a work trip to OSCON this year, which, in an almost certainly meaningful and telling way, coincided with SOCK SUMMIT!!! Did you know the two conferences even occurred at the same convention center?!?! No? Well there you go. It was meant to be. Knitters and nerds unite. (actually there were quite a few overlaps in attendance, not surprisingly)
I swore on the drive home from San Francisco that I wouldn’t be doing anymore of these tag along on J’s work trip debacles, but, but… SOCK SUMMIT. So. We started out Sunday morning (ish, ok, lunch time) with the girls just about (but not quite) over a stomach bug, and a baby who appeared to have dodged it (appeared, remember that one) and a husband who was mostly recovered but still popping pepto like it was going out of style. I somehow avoided any symptoms other than extreme, extreme fatigue. I believe that I actually stop myself from feeling/experiencing some physical things through some sort of sub conscious self restraint based on my awareness of how the world would implode if I couldn’t function and take care of everything.
We start driving. We get an hour (and 2 bathroom stops) toward Portland. I look around notice that my camera case isn’t immediately obvious.

I know I had it in the hallway walking out of the house. WTF? Surely not. Surely I could not have been distracted by screaming children and trying to gather their sippy cups and get them into the van. Oh wait. Yes, indeed, I was going to be attending the pinnacle of the knitting year, that luck had smiled upon my wish to attend, with only a phone camera. Never mind, I would still get to meet my fiber friends, and see some OSCON work buddies. The kids and I would tool around Portland on public transportation and check out all the whacky and wonderful urban stuff we don’t get to do at home. Around ten minutes after making the camera discovery, baby begins vomiting. Furiously. At me. As though to say, “mom, I will make you pay for confining me in this hateful pink carseat for the duration of this fated trip” and even more importantly, “did you really think letting me eat jerky was going to end well?” Thankfully I ducked in time to avoid the worst of it, but the significance of how our trip was beginning was beginning to dawn on me.
As we make our final approach toward the hotel and convention center (we did get, I should say, J’s work got, an amazingly well located and pleasantly posh hotel) baby spews again. We arrive at the hotel in an embarrassing state.
The first couple of days we just rested and hid out in the hotel room. (sorry room service ladies, I’m so so sorry) Eventually we gathered our courage and ventured out on public transportation. I have to say, I am impressed with the whole “free inner city circle” section of the train and street car system, the girls as well, baby not so much. Apparently, riding in a moving vehicle with a crowd of strangers and loud noises is hellishly awful and baby needed us all to share his experience.

So, while we did enjoy walking around on 10th avenue, and visiting Powell’s, and checking out a nice little park, the trip was exhausting and stressful beyond all comprehension. the rest of the days kind of run together since we mostly spent them hiding out in the room. Thank GOD we didn’t forget the ipad. that is all.

A bright spot was the OSCON carnival that we played and ate and had my wallet stolen at one evening. Wait, did I say bright spot? I meant goddamned piss kidney nuisance that left me without all the cash I had brought for sock summit as well as all my credit cards, driver’s license, check book, etc, etc, etc…
An actual bright note was that the next day a janitor found my wallet in the trash. That sums up the trip thus far, the awesomest thing that happened (other than everyone making it through alive and healthy) was my personal belongings being found in the garbage.
Finally, SOCK SUMMIT began, and I was able to register for a lecture from Anna Zilboorg even though I had missed the chance online. Hurrah! Armed with badge and some “feel better sweetie” cash from J, I ventured into the marketplace with baby on my back and girls in stroller.

It was a bit surreal for me to see so many famous knitters and that much fiber in one place. I have been utterly isolated for the past couple of years, not even making it to regional fiber festivals, etc. I may have run up to Cat Bordhi at some point and stammered something about being a fan. Any memory of what came out of my mouth is entirely eclipsed by her cooing at the baby and saying I had an adorable person on my back.
He is adorable, isn’t he? If a bit damp and sandy.
I even managed to participate in the first heat of the sock speed knitting competition. I dearly wish that the final could have taken place on Saturday instead of Sunday (we drove home Saturday evening) because I think I may have actually done reasonably well and the prize, OH GOD, the prize, was signature needles. sigh.

In any case, I think I made a bit of a splash at the heat by having to knit while pacing back and forth with a fussing kicking child on my back. (he gets called a CHILD not a baby when he is being a child sized pain) Yarn Harlot said that of course I didn’t have to sit in the designated seats with the other competitors, anyone who had been turned into a pack animal could knit and do what they had to do.
A bit after the speed knitting heat on Friday J’s conference finally ended. It was much more time and attention intensive than most of his business trips so the relief of finally not having to single parent my way through Portland was pretty major. By Saturday morning I was having an actually pretty awesome time. between J helping with the kids, and the lovely hotel salted water hot tub spa and pool downstairs, I had even begun to feel like I was on some sort of vacation.
Saturday morning was really special. I attended an Anna Zilboorg lecture on “The Deeper Meaning of Sock Knitting” and I wish SO HARD that I had a recording of it. I found myself inspired to become more involved in the sock knitting community than I have been thus far. Anna spoke about how sock knitters tend not to have so much of a hierarchy of designers and less awful attitudes about content possession and so forth than “fashion knitting” and on the whole I think she is right. I have a group of designer friends who I really love and respect, but there are quite a few people who have such awful attitudes that between them and the publisher horror stories I have been feeling rather depressed about the community. Anna described how basically, knitting socks forces you to come to terms with the fact that you are doing something weird. Feet are not really loved by everyone, but we love them, and put so much care and time into making something special to cover them. My favorite phrase from the morning was when she said “We are making the necessary, beautiful” I think that sums up almost all knitting, but it is most obvious in sock knitting.
When I think about art and craft in general, it condenses down to a basic concept of a spiritual exercise, like sock knitting, where I am stepping back from the outside culture and focusing internally on making something beautiful, special, different, important, time consuming, and meaningful to me, and meaningful in different ways to the people who perceive it. (or are gifted it, like a knitted garment, etc…)
I feel like my whole life is a freaking “spiritual” exercise actually, (maybe not so much spiritual, but an exercise of some sort) because everything is freaking hard. I mean, every aspect of my day to day life in some way is harder than it needs to be. I have to cook and prepare fresh meals constantly because of our dietary restrictions and health preferences. My kids are actual literal pains because I nurse them forever and carry them and otherwise put myself into their wellbeing and comfortably attached sense of self. The inability to have what I want, when I want it, seems to in fact, be some sort of theme. We can’t move now because X, oh, look, now we have to move twice for reason Y. When I want to be working I can’t because I need to attend to other responsibilities, when I want to enjoy time with my family they need something else.
Even so, I don’t feel like these are all negatives, in a strange way. My day to day life feels difficult, certainly, but also I feel like each event that causes me to struggle internally (or maybe a little bit externally with some swearing and back pain) is a rung on a ladder that I go past and “own” somehow. The path I’m travelling is difficult but I feel like I’m going somewhere good, and the opportunities to regain peace in the struggle fill me with a weird joy.
So, uh, back to Sock Summit (holy tangent batman), Anna Zilboorg is my new hero, I got to swoon at Cat Bordhi and see Lucy Neatby from a distance. I met some twitter friends which was extra awesome because all this time we’ve been talking and finally we got to make an in person connection. I chatted briefly with Donna Druchunas, (@druchunas), had lunch with Lynn Hershberger (@ColorJoy), finally met my dyeing fairy godmother (seriously, late night chats with me on spinning technique and how to mix acid dyes!) @MaryCatherineBlack and patrolled the market with Jen (@Kusalaknits) and met Shan (@knitshanknit) and Mercedes of Kitchen Sink Dyes (@MercedesKSD) who I have so much fun in craft film club with!

Saturday before we left I got to see the last bit of a great demo by @msgusset on cormo fiber (of which I am already the hugest fan) and how they are working on bring it’s production back to Australia, AND a demo on “Spinning From the Fold” by Kristine Vejar (@avfkw) which totally changed my view of woolen spinning and has convinced me I need to start combing my own fiber. Also I overspin quite embarrassingly badly. oops.
Oh my, almost forgot to mention, my yarn was at SOCK SUMMIT! Yes indeed, I’ll post about that whole process and what has come of it, but I sent 20 “Fruit Con-Feet” sockyarn kits complete with ribbons and nifty labels with Shannon of cooperative press in some fancy bags she put together as part of an ipad raffle type shenanigan.
So, all in all, an excellent excellent trip. And now I’m off to go teach some spinning guild people neato knitting techniques.



