Well…we are here! Finally all four of us are in New York, specifically Brooklyn, where we will be subletting for the summer whilst we get our bearings and find our permanent home. But oh man do I have a travel story to tell you guys!!!
Let me preface this with a little background. As I have mentioned before, I have a dog (Tucker) and a cat (Gus), both are very very dear to me, however, Tucker is a special case. He is the most high anxiety animal I have ever encountered in my life. Strangers terrify him, creaking doors send him into fits, and in spite of the fact that we have worked with trainers and have done our very best to socialize him, he hates pretty much everyone. Got a picture in your mind? Its important for later.
SO anyway, Ben flew out a week before me and the furry boys so that he could get started with the new job. I stayed behind to do the last of the packing, say goodbye to friends and get organized before the big day.
Then last Saturday afternoon, by the grace of my parents and their large trunk space, Tucker, his kennel, Gus, his kennel, my two suitcases and I were dropped off at the Portland airport.
Tucker was supposed ride in the cargo hold (50 lbs is supposedly to big for the cabin, but as you’ll see shortly we proved them wrong!) and Gus was going to ride with me, as he has many times before.
Everything went fairly smoothly, Tucker only snarled at the TSA lady once (or thrice) as she zip-tied his crate door closed, then it was hugs and kisses to the family and we were off.
We had a very short stop over in Phoenix, then we were to fly through the night and arrive at JFK at the crack of dawn.
HOWEVER…for those of you who haven’t traveled with pets before (I am almost an expert at it by now) the cargo hold is not temperature controlled and gets REALLY REALLY hot or REALLY REALLY cold depending on the temps of the location you are flying in or out of. So when we landed in Arizona and I stepped off the plane, the nice men in the yellow vests informed me that it was WAY to hot for puppies to fly in plane bellies and that the airline people never should have let us fly out of Portland in the first place….they were really nice about it, and informed me quickly that Tucker was fine and that they were keeping him in the baggage office down below.
NOW LET ME PAUSE HERE for a moment to say, that to whichever of you might have lost luggage in the Phoenix airport last weekend because all of the baggage people were preoccupied with the safety of my dog, I am very very sorry….you have been on my mind a lot lately 😉
Anyway….So I am standing there at my gate (Gus hanging from my shoulder in his carrier) thinking “oh my lord they aren’t going to let me fly out of here…I am going to have to rent a car and DRIVE from ARIZONA to NEW YORK with a dog and cat completely alone!!!!” when the nice men start to ask me questions like “what’s your dog’s personality like?” and “do you think you would be comfortable riding with him in the cabin?” then a whole new wave of anxiety hits me as I start to imagine Tucker (my super high anxiety hound whole growls at little old ladies on the street) ripping flight attendants limb from limb in a panic the minute the engines kick on.
Tentatively, I agreed to this second plan. Because, honestly even a limbless crew sounded better to me in that moment than driving through the desert with my beloved pets, unable to even stop for a pee in the fear that I would bake them in a hot car.
And blessedly, the brilliant and thoughtful staff of American Airlines, sensing my panic, placed us in a row to ourselves, just behind first class so we faced a wall rather than another row of people. They also let us board the plane first, and I had a chance to explain to the very nice cabin crew that although yes, my dog is super cute…he is also convinced that the entire human population (through no fault of mine, I promise) is out to kill him, and will respond accordingly when touched. (Can you seen the look of crazed panic on my face in this picture??) They were very understanding, and still offered him frequent glasses of water and bags of pretzels to snack on throughout the journey.
SO that is how I ended up spending a six hour flight in the middle seat, 50 lb beagle on one side of me, and 5 lb cat on the other. Although for at least 3/4 of the time, Tucker was actually in my lap stress drooling…but hey….no limbs were lost so I am happy.
I can honestly say I have never been happier to arrive at JFK. Ben was there and whisked us a way to home were we all slept the day away, waking up just in time to drop in on his office Tony Awards party.
Its taken me a few days to recover and get settled into the sublet, but its lovely! There’s a cat themed coffee shop just down the street from us, and I am just a short 30 min subway ride away from Purl Soho. What more could a girl ask for???
I have been doing lots of knitting in between submitting job applications, and am getting all caught up on my many projects.
I finished another “Bonny Watchcap” for Ben, because he wanted one of his own, and I finished up my Southwell cardigan which I am REALLY REALLY excited about.
It was a test knit for my pal Marie, the brilliant mind behind OliveKnits. I have been wanted a cardigan just like this for ages. Its cropped and fitted in all the right places, and hits just below my waste so it will pair beautifully with my vintage dresses, and my high-wasited mom jeans. what more could a girl want from a single garment? Its also a beautiful rich red, knit up in sincere sheep’s cormo sport. I am having a SERIOUSLY love affair with red these days, so this sweater pretty much tics all the boxes for me.
I am also finishing up a couple of really fun new designs that I am super excited to release. The next one will be next Sunday, June 26th (cause its my birthday, so why not??). Check back in soon to find out more!!!