(edited to add pictures)
I can not begin to describe the welcome that I have gotten here in Winston-Salem.
Last night, I arrived (slightly tired) to Knit Picky. I was greeted by Laura and promptly started to eye up the shop.
My word! I can not tell you how amazing this shop is! The shop is housed in a quaint one story cape cod style home with a screened in porch and a back yard. Hardwood floors, a huge (and very comfortable) red couch, a kitchen.. and a living room full of yarn. I threatened to move in and sat on the couch for quite some time.
In came Jo, the heart (and owner) of the shop. She is the sweetest, most loving person that I have met. (don’t get me started about how much I adore her husband). Jo’s mom and Susan (who resembles a very close family friend) came in with a big “hey y’all!” and I knew I was in a really special place.
Niki, my friend from SeaSocks ‘07 and introduction to the wonderful world of Knit Picky, met Jo, Laura, and for dinner in downtown Winston-Salem. Niki was seated with Kim, who also works at Knit Picky. Niki presented me with the most beautiful pair of hand knit socks!

I could not have been more tickled and grateful! They were my colors, garter stitch toes and heels, perfectly knitted and could not have fit me better. Thanks Nik!
Now, the restaurant we went to, 6th and Vine, was a great little place. It was my type of place. Great food, better wines, and good friends, old and new. After a night of “getting to know you”… I turned in to be ready for the next day.


I taught a full day of classes and headed back to the hotel to get in my PJ’s. Not to stay in my hotel. I left to go party with the girls at Knit Picky. That’s right. Jo arranged a party for me to get to know the local knitters.
Sidebar for a second. I feel, that it is very clear that I am a northern girl. The party started at 7pm. I left my room at 6:55 (PRIME GOING OUT ON THE TOWN HOUR) and got on the elevator with a group of appropriately dressed folks headed out for a night on the town. I was in my pajamas with the French poodles and Eiffel towers on them. I said “hey” to the folks on the elevator (pretending to be as fully dressed as they were) and acted like everyone wore pink pajama bottoms with poodles on them and Eiffel towers. Let me tell you, I rocked those pajamas as much as my flight attendant, Jonathan, rocked his safety demo.

I arrive at the PJ party to be greeted by the most amazing foods, wine, and two massage therapists that were giving seated massages. OMG! If you are ever on a business trip… get a massage. How amazing. We settled in for the night and chatted and knit and I really felt so welcome. I mean, I really felt like I got to know something about everyone. And everyone was ever so polite while I talked incessantly about the cowboy and D (I do miss them terribly!)
If you are ever here in Winston-Salem, you NEED TO GO TO KNIT PICKY. They were clients on Thursday and they have become friends this weekend. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have gained much, much more than I have given this weekend. And for that southern comfort, I am ever grateful!

and yes Ms. Louise … I shook a tail feather on the bed this evening!