Tuesday, January 27, 2009
It's the Stupid, Economy
Well after being gone, coming back to the cold weather and the cold job search is a ruder awakening than I'd prepared myself for. Sure, I knew it was bad...but so bad that a generally undomestic person like myself could be found with four resumes crumpled in her bag, sloshing coffee on her only pair of gloves, running to the next futile appointment, stopped short in front of the venerable Soho knitting store Purl, imagining a life inside?
Where a rainbow of colors and textures, soft knits, nubby wools and dyed cashmere bundle together, sweet-faced girls who can't wait to help you with the next stitch flip their handmade scarfs over their perfect sweaters, patrons huddle with their hot chocolates steaming on the shelf as they click together bamboo needles, and every time the door opens it's some happy new mother toting a sleeping baby and a wagging dog who's just dying to find the newest pattern for a two-toned hat...
This is paradise. Pure, unadulterated magic.
Thank you, New York City, the governmental powers that were, and the magazine industry. You have officially made me insane. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a scarf to knit and a coconut shrimp recipe to master.
Will write for food and sanity whenever anyone will have me. In the meantime, domesticate! Are you doing anything uncharacteristic in this crazy economy?