Thursday, April 1, 2010

Why I’m a Spoiled Brat—#6

Whenever I begin editing a knitting book, I take home all of the garments to review as I put the instructions in the Interweave format. That means that I’ve had some pretty amazing collections right here at my feet—for example, all of Nancy Bush’s shawls for Knitted Lace of Estonia; Kristeen Griffin-Grimes’ inspired garments for French Girl Knits, and Lucinda Guy’s gems for Northern Knits, to name a few.

Plus, many of the books I author are contributor-driven so I get to have projects from such rock-star designers as Veronik Avery, Pam Allen, Mags Kandis, Deborah Newton, Kristin Nicholas, Shirley Paden, Vicki Square, and Kathy Zimmerman in my personal possession (albeit for a short time). That alone is enough to spoil any knitter.

But right now I am reduced to puddle of jelly by the collection of socks sitting right here in my home office. I’m working on a book for Interweave (tentatively titled Designing Knitted Socks; due out early 2011) and am happy to boast that the designer list reads like the Who’s Who of sock knitting. The socks have started to arrive and already I have the works of Cookie A, Kathryn Alexander, Veronik Avery, Evelyn Clark, Chrissy Gardiner, Priscilla Gibson-Roberts, Anne Hanson, Melissa Morgan Oakes, Deborah Newton, Meg Swanson, and Anna Zilboorg in my very own possession. For the most part, I keep them hermetically sealed in a plastic bin but I let them out in the sun today for a group photo.

4 comments:

nora-brown said...

You are spoiled! Oh how I would love to gaze on that pile of socks and then sneak a pair on and the another and then another.

I look forward to seeing this book. It sounds wonderful.

Sandra said...

Just too pretty. Thanks for posting. Look forward to the book. Looking forward to 2011 already - my retirement year. :)

Donna said...

How fun; I've spent a good long time staring at the photo trying to guess who made which sock - it's a great collection :)

Karen Frisa said...

The socks are beautiful!! And thanks for reminding me of how spoiled I am; sometimes I forget.