A few weeks ago I went to a book event for Extra Yarn, an adorable picture book written by Mac Barnett and illustrated by Jon Klassen. The premise of the story in one sentence: a girl finds a magic box of never ending yarn and knits ALL THE THINGS!!!*
Both of these dudes charmed the pants of me and many of the other ladies (or dudes who role that way) in the audience. Mac performed a very amusing reading of their book, and Jon described his process of scanning an old thrift store sweater to use as the base pattern of the sweaters that Annabelle knits in this story. Then, kids in the audience were given large sheets of paper and a mess of sharpies. They drew a sweater on their paper, and Jon drew a cartoon of them into it. I wanted to do one, but I fear that kind of activity may be something that I am just too old for these days.
One person in the audience, presumably a knitter, asked why they chose to write a story about knitting when they are not knitters themselves. Questions like this drive me a bit nuts because of the underlying perception that the only people who could possibly appreciate the process of knitting, or the finished products of knitting adventures, are knitters. In fact, I know many people who do not knit themselves, but admire the knitted things their friends make. Especially when said knitted things are given to them! Ask @OldSchoolBanana all about it. She'll vouch for me.
In honor of Annabelle's yarn storm, some lovely local knitters decided to knit ALL THE THINGS in the bookshop.
Isn't their work lovely? If I was queen of the world, knitting ALL THE THINGS would be a requirement.
*If you don't know about ALL THE THINGS, read this. You're welcome.
