There’s that story about the daredevil who made a really crazy jump, and did it awesomely, and then crashed at the end of it and needed several casts and recovery time. And when they asked him if he would do it again he said no, because, “I really miss the first time.”
Being at Sock Summit 2.0 is sort of like that – those of us who were lucky (super dee dooper lucky, believe me we know) enough to be there the first time around still really miss it. But unlike the daredevil, we’re ready to be back and raring for more. A lot of it is oddly familiar. We made it our routine so intensely for 4 days in a row, that even 2 years later, getting off the tram in front of the Oregon Convention Centre yesterday morning felt a lot like…well, we were trying to figure that out. Not like coming “home” exactly. Sort of like coming back to a college reunion, but where you actually want to see most of the hordes of people who are there. I can only imagine the conviction it took for Stephanie and Tina to commit to this show a second time. As they said at the Opening Reception – this time, they knew what they were in for.
The first day was pretty darned great. I went to a full day class with Cat Bordhi (her “Knitting Sleuth” class), and sitting with fellow Canadian knitter Dennine (who is wearing an awesome yellow shawl here that I’ve totally forgotten what pattern it was when I asked her) in a class that started at 9am, it wasn’t even 9:30 yet before we both turned to each other and whispered, “well, I don’t know about you but I just got MY money’s worth.” It was mind-expanding in the way that Cat Bordhi’s classes always are.
And with the help of perseverance, stimulating conversation, and the promise of a yarn-filled marketplace, all of us made it through our Day 1 classes and carried on for the shopping. And shopping there was. (And still is, I’m sure). The marketplace is just about worth the price of admission on its own, and it gave the “experienced” half of our hotel suite group a lot of glee to see the “new” members of our group happily looking over their purchases last night. It’s like Rhinebeck on crack. And air conditioning.
It’s a bigger group this time, which you can tell just by being here. There are more people around and the vibe just feels bigger. And different and better, in many ways. Um, Sock Summit 1.0 did not have a flash mob planned for Saturday, just saying. (See below for a very short video clip of the Opening Reception practice. My delighted laughter may not stop.)
Now Day 2 is on its way, and I’m happy to have it as a free-roaming day, for more market perusal and a visit downtown for Powell’s. It’s good to have a loose day this time around for some slower pace and recharging. And just being around the Sock Summiters is pretty great in itself.
Happy sock knitting, whether you are in Portland or elsewhere!