couldn’t resist taking a picture. The movie was part of yesterday’s activities. We were both too tired to really do much else (I suspect it had to do with our relative lack of physical activity during the prior three days coupled with the aforesaid wine ingestion).
Believe it or not, on the left is a mosaic of all the views we had – first from my dad and stepmother’s apartment and the second (night time) from the hotel room where we stayed on our last night there. Once Maureen got back, we had a little dinner and conversation and caught up on our respective weekends and then John and I headed for the Marriott Marquis whence cometh the night time photos of Times Square. The other one is during Sunday’s brief excursion to check into the hotel and salad at the Olive Garden on Times Square. John made some new friends, but they didn’t join us for lunch – saw the Naked Cowboy guy wearing his tighty whities – interesting eclectic tastes, those New Yawkas!
The next morning, we had a good breakfast at the hotel, checked out, checked our luggage with the bellstand until later and then made my annual pilgrimage to School Products on 28th and Broadway. Owned by Berta Karapetyan
(author of Runway Knits), School Products boasts of being the oldest yarn shop in Manhattan. There are always some lovely sales – and it’s worth the trip. On the third floor of an otherwise nondescript office building, it’s not a large shop and it doesn’t have all the fanciness of Knit New York or Purl Soho, but there is a spot where one’s husband (or partner or lover or whatever) can sit down and relax and they do have quite a selection of yarns, books, magazines, and needles, etc. I think I made a bit of a killing for a (relatively) small amount of moolah. Above is a bag John got me from the Marriott gift shope, two cones (a little over 20 oz each) of laceweight merino at 3,400 yards per pound, two 40-inch Addi Turbos US sizes 4 and 8, respectively, and this:
An Autumn 1986 volume of Nihon Vogue. For five bucks. Granted it’s a 1986 edition, so there’s more than I care for of geometric intarsia and rather weird looking mens’ sweaters, but that’s Ohhhh Kayyyy. There are some lovely patterns and enough English translation and charts to make it about do-able. Although I do have to admit, it is strange getting used to the right-to-left orientation of Japanese magazines – must be like Hebrew – which is why the price is on the back of the magazine, because we Americans think the back of the magazine is the front of the magazine.