Talk about airport projects, I had tons of knitting time getting to Houston and back.  Since there were no direct flights where the times worked for me, I had to go through Charlotte.  Throw in a little extra time there, both in the terminal and in the air, and I might have gone nuts if it hadn’t been for my knitting.

But Houston was great!  I love doing breast cancer events, and the timing of this one was perfect, what with the 10^th Anniversary Edition of UPLIFT hot off the press.

The event was a luncheon on Friday, but since I was in town, the organizers scheduled a book signing Thursday night at the local Barnes and Noble. The store was gorgeous, the display of my books impressive, and the booksellers couldn’t have been more lovely.  That said, I set a new record.  Sold ZERO books.  And it isn’t just me, I’m told.  People will come out for a male writer, a celebrity, a politician, or a children’s book author before they’ll show up for someone who writes women’s fiction.  I’m not sure why.  But it is what it is, and I’ve learned not to get upset.

Besides, the event the next day more than made up for it.  We’re talking 1,100 beautiful women packed into a beautiful ballroom around beautifully dressed tables, each of which had an exquisite centerpiece.  Gracious?  These women were that and more.  Breast cancer survivors (and their friends) are a very special bunch.

So I didn’t mind about the signing.  Nor did I mind when, on the plane heading home, I ran out of yarn just shy of the toe in the lace tube socks I was knitting for Evie.

I didn’t even get upset when I ran into trouble with my fall-back project, the self-striping socks.  I had been converting the pattern into something that fit my smaller foot, and the math just got too much.

I’ve ordered more yarn for Evie’s socks, and, on the self-striping ones above, decided to rip back and use the conventional pattern that I’ve done before.  So much for trying a different heel.  Maybe another time.