I feel like a groupie.
But then, we'd all like to have SEX* with the Yarn Harlot, wouldn't we?
The other night I had a dream that Stephanie Pearl-McPhee (the Yarn Harlot) had a book signing at a yarn shop and I was able to go. I talked to her beforehand and she remembered me from blogging. When she signed my book, she did an elaborate thing that encouraged me to follow my dreams and insisted that I'd be famous someday.
Then I tried to find Rowan Yorkshire Tweed 4-Ply in the store and couldn't.
She follows me out of my dreams, too! During orientation at work, we were introduced to Factiva. It's supposed to be used for, you know, work purposes, but I couldn't not set up a search for "knitting." Lately, I get at least one article about At Knit's End (I must get this book; I'm waiting until I find it at a yarn shop to buy it) and the Harlot every day. It makes me feel like I know a famous person. Maybe I should print out and frame the three-or-so emails that I've gotten from her! They could be worth money someday.
/end groupiness
So, I find myself farther into Dibs on Ribs:
Notice the near-perfect symmetry of the fronts? I'll give you a moment to worship me.
So far, so good. It looks like it'll fit me, and I think it looks darn cool. Put it this way: it'll either look awesome, or it'll look ridiculous. It's just that kind of garment.
You can KEEP your Maryland Sheep & Wool garbage!
This weekend, I'm gonna have me some of this: Shepherd's Harvest Sheep and Wool Festival. Keep your fingers crossed that I don't buy a spinning wheel (again). Or, heck, cross 'em that I do. Whatever suits you.
*You know, THAT kind of SEX, not that kind.
Tipper @ 9:40 PM * link
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