So I managed to get up early to stand in a very long queue for the start of London’s I Knit Day 2008 exhibition on Saturday. With the exception of a couple of trips to yarn stores, this is the closest I’ve come so far to admitting that I’m a [whispers] “man who knits”.
There were two surprising things about the day: just how many people are prepared to stand in the rain waiting to get into a knitting exhibition; and that I seemed to be the only guy in a queue that run almost the length of two streets. Fortunately, the rain meant that I could hide myself under an umbrella trying not to be recognised.
Exhibitors were of a high quality and certainly attracting punters. An engaging guy on the Lana Pura stall was extremely pleasant; though his suggestion of joining a local knitting group is way too advanced for someone who is still at the stage where being a [whispers again] “man who knits” is probably best kept as a furtive secret.
The marketplace stalls were really good, with a few so popular that a high degree of determination was necessary to get near the merchandise. I spent what felt like a thousand pounds of some fantastic marled yarn from Black Hills, which is destined to become an extremely dreamily soft sweater. Had I been inclined to take on a debt equivalent to a small developing nation, I could have been tempted to a sweater’s worth of Manos Del Uruguay "Wool Clasica".
I think I managed to escape and get back to the non-knitting world without being recognised. A day well spent, but until there are more of us, I will not be outing myself any time soon.