I did not go to New York for the Vogue Knitting thing. I vacillated all week and all yesterday. When I went to bed I wasn't 100% sure I wouldn't bolt up at 5:00 a.m. and ready myself to be on the cold, dark and Saturday-morning-lonely commuter train platform in time for the first train at 6:13 a.m. However, when I woke at five and heard the temperature was 13 degrees I felt good about a decision not to go.
Yesterday I figured out I'd have to get the first train available to get to NYC and the venue anywhere near 9:00 a.m. when the marketplace opened. Then I figured out I should leave the venue in NYC by 2 p.m. to get back to my train station at a reasonable hour . . . meaning before it became too cold, dark and Saturday-evening-lonely. Allowing for a meal, that wouldn't leave enough time for perusing the marketplace to make the trip worthwhile.
So here I sit in the bright warm comfort of my studio preparing to knit the day away watching reruns of Monk's first season, LWDs sleeping in their beds in front of the TV. Ahhhhh, bliss.
Bona Fide Knitter