Holy moly, or, to use my new favorite expletive, “Sweet deity on a pogo stick!” What a band of wildly protective, fang-gnashing Amazons my Dear Readers have proven to be! Curiously, I feel both buoyed up and terrified enough to pee my pants.
Thank you, everyone, for first, being wise enough to know that, of course, I’m not really running a scam—despite Norma’s best efforts to convince everyone otherwise (har, har, Norma, har, har)—and, secondly, for telling me that this little hiccup makes you want to redouble your Dulaan efforts, which is especially spiffy, since we only have a month and a half before everything should be inching its way toward the post office in time for the July 1 deadline. I was especially moved to read that KC is a neophyte knitter and yet is already churning out scarves for Dulaan. And then there is MaryB the Inspirer who has now decided she is going to knit 50 things. That woman is insane, I tell you, insane! Mary, I will personally massage whatever little stumps of fingers you have left after this is all done. The Mysterious K will testify to the fact that I give very good hand massages; I recommend you take me up on the offer.
Fun night at Guild on Wednesday, not so much because the presentation by Betsy McCarthy, who wrote "Knit Socks!," was interesting and funny (especially when she described how, after all was said and done, she ended up owing the publisher money), but because I just felt so surrounded by people who make my heart happy: Patti, who came for the first time and brought her adorable son Noah, Kit, Lynn, MaryB, April, Karen, Rose, Jessica, June, Diana, Marti, Devorah, Beth... In January, 2004, I wrote:
"Funny thing about Guild: Even though you’re surrounded by, indeed, hemmed in by chatty, gregarious people with whom you have at least one major interest in common, it’s still curiously hard to meet people, to connect."
It has taken a long time but I think that, finally, this statement is no longer true. I am a lucky girl.
Lastly, in case any local knitters haven’t heard the buzz, The Yarn Harlot, Seattle, Weaving Works, August 4th! But let me warn you, parking at Weaving Works...what’s a nice way to put this?...oh, yeah, it sucks big time. Get there early, take the bus, car pool, parachute in, have Scotty beam you in, or have The Mysterious K someone drop you off; it’s the only way.
Yo-- I was there, too. I waved at you. Sheesh. Didn't you feel the love? What? Huh? Do I gotta smile and be personable?
Posted by: Kit on April 26, 2005 09:01 PM