My Monday Adventure

Guess where I went yesterday.






If you read any knitting blogs at all (and since you're reading this, I assume that you do), you will have already guessed. For my friends and relatives who only read this one, I'll explain.

I went to a book talk/signing by the author of "Things I Learned from Knitting" by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, aka The Yarn Harlot. (Check out today's entry for her view of the book signing.)



I've been reading her blog for years and own 3 of her books, so the chance to see her in person was so incredibly exciting. (The fact that my work held its once-a-year inventory on the same day did nothing to deter me. It made me really tired, but it didn't deter me.)(Check out this book: RB pre-ordered it in preparation of the event. THAT's a friend. Even if she doesn't knit, she understands what it means to me. :)

I took along DD#2 and my friend RB, we left home as soon as possible after work, and arrived in Annapolis an hour before the event. We were excited to find that we still had seats, but had signing numbers of #140 and #141. (Not as exciting as they were called up in groups of 25. We wandered the mall for awhile inbetween, but it still took almost 2 hours afterwards before our books were signed. We got home at 11:30. We're all dragging today, but very happy. However tired I am, I can't even imagine what The Yarn Harlot goes through--flying each day to a new city, giving a talk that has high expectations of being funny (and she didn't disappoint. Have you read her Calgary story?) Also, while we were waiting for 2 hours, she was signing her name, jumping up for a picture, sitting down to sign her name, jumping up for a picture....)


I had such a busy weekend that I didn't even prepare what to knit, I just grabbed a ball of yarn and some needles and stuffed them into my really big, really orange purse. (The book and my camera also fit. Have you heard how much I love my purse?) Here's my start of a sock:




This was our view for the talk. Notice the good view of the escalators? Well, it was during business hours in Borders bookstore, so customers would ride up--take an astonished look around, and then either snake their way through the crowd, or immediately ride down again.



Here we are with switched socks: (I look extremely huge in this picture.)(This is my Knitter's Olympics sweater--it seemed appropriate.)



Here's RB getting her book signed:



Did I get any pictures of DD#2, RB and I together? Nope. Not even with hours to kill and pleasant knitters surrounding us.

Speaking of pleasant knitters, the gal in front of me found my yarn end before I ripped half the guts out of my skein. How many complete strangers will do that for you?

Here's a closeup of my sock and how much I knit.



I bet you're wondering why I included a picture of my button on a wrinkled shirt.



Well, it's because this is MY button, while the yellow one at the beginning is DD's. When I was taking pictures I couldn't find mine. (Sense a familiar theme?)

I wore it to work today, and when I came home I very carefully took off my button and my watch. I only put my watch in the bathroom (where I keep it)(don't even ask) because I didn't want the button to rust with the steam of the shower. Instead, I put it on my dresser.

Then, I couldn't find it.

Guess where I found it? While taking clothes from the washer to the dryer. Yep, I never took it off my shirt.

THAT'LL keep it dry.

Anyway, it was a fun event and now it's time to veg out before bed. And maybe knit.