StarknittingNovember 17, 2003
Okay, Brooke’s given me permission (and thank god, 'cause I didn’t think I could hold it in any longer):
I was sworn to secrecy some time ago (and I did remarkably well, I think) that the lovely and talented Ms. Dar Williams was preggers. Yup. Can you imagine? A bouncy sweet sprite-like sensitive activist like her? Having a baby? Fabulous.
Of course, babies bring one thing to mind, and you know where I’m going with this, right? Baby sweaters.
So I made her one:
The buttons remind me of candy. But, let me say this, it’s quite small. It’s the two-week-old sweater. At about a month, it’ll be too small, I’m sure. I only know it’ll (probably) fit because I made one a little smaller once, and it did fit the baby (for about twenty minutes).
Anyway, I had shown it to Amy Ray and her girlfriend Carrie earlier in the evening. (All right, I’ll admit it – this part WAS thrilling) Amy said, “That’s the cutest thing I ever saw.”
*quick moment of star-struck-edness as she realizes fully for the first time she showed Amy Ray something she knitted*
All right, that’s over. Levelheaded again and now backstage, Brooke introduced me to Dar and I shoved the bag at her. I didn’t really know how to preface it. I couldn’t really say, “Hi, nice to meet you. You don’t know me from your taxi driver, but here’s a sweater I made for your unborn child.” I must have asked Brooke a million times in the last few weeks if it was going to come off as stalkerish. She said it wouldn’t, and I could only believe her.
This is the priceless part: Dar opened it, made the obvious coo-ing noise, held it up and then exclaimed, “I’m not having a KITTEN!”
It’s a leeetle small, did I mention that? Then she said it was her first baby gift (!) and it would make her husband cry.
I felt like doing a cartwheel, right then, right there.
Okay. Whew. I’m so glad I could tell that part of the story. Hanging out with the rock stars ain’t the same without a little knitting thrown in there somewhere, you know? Oh - and check out Brooke's account of the show - much more well-put than my stammering account - I agree with her about everything, especially Patty Griffin. That girl could gild cotton with her voice. It doesn't get much better than the four of them, up on that stage, singing alone and together.
Now Officially Done being cool. I'm WAY better at being geeky. Let the knitting/watching Carnivale resume.