If you read her post for today, you'll get to see a bit of the City. And some of the people that were there. If you look wayyyyyy back you'll see a little blip that has on an orange shirt. It's me! Ha, one of them look like I'm bald but I just have a white streak of hair that sometimes doesn't show up.
And the Susan that she thanks along with Margaret from the yarn store and the knitting guild isn't me. It's one of my favorite knitters at the store. She's really a sweetheart!
The 3 generation pic were people that sat right next to me. I adored them. I'm sorry I didn't get the mama's name cause she was just too fun and cool. And that baby was adorable. The Harlot had to stop signing when it was their turn so she could hold the baby. I'll admit I was wondering if the whole thing was going to be compromised by a screaming baby but she nursed, had a wee nap and then just smiled through the whole thing. Did I say she was adorable. Trixie, I love ya hon!
Since gas prices are so high, I'd planned to do a thousand things while I was over there. Instead, I took Zo to the vets for a manicure and then just hung out here doing little of nothing until mid afternoon. Then off to the City, where, thanks to Cookie, I made a pitstop at Michaels to load up on cotton. Then to Barnes and Noble for a browse and a iced mocha frappucino....gosh I love
those. And then to the yarn store where I found this. Isn't it just the 'funnest' sock yarn? I sat down on the couch, took berry mouth off the sticks and casted on a new sock. Once I got the first row done, I headed off for the venue. Found my seat, found the restroom, discovered we could have drinks in this room so found a bottle of icy water (it was a bit warm) and took the Harlot sock out to enjoy the day with me. Uh oh, somewhere along the way I had lost one of the dpns. @$%*#)!!!!! But being the very clever (uh huh) person that I am, I improvised and discovered that the butt end of the crochet needle I use to pick up the dropped stitches works well. Of course you can't knit off it, but when it's time for that, you've got another empty needle. (:::looking at Paris...sorry if this sounds about as confusing as a dog trial). So, I go back to my knitting and we're all laughing about it, when some lady on the other side of the aisle says "Here dear, let me see if I have another needle you can use" and digs in her bag and hooray a needle. Then she was even kinder and explained that being aluminum it would be slippery and my gauge might change a bit. Knitters are way cool! And then when I got back to the store for the signing, there was my needle lying on the table right where I'd been sitting. So all was very well that ended very well.
