A brush with fame

Last night I went to East Rutherford with some of the Fun Fur Bandits and the Crocheter to go see the Yarn Harlot.

Here she is displaying her knitting style of 'armpit knitting' which is officially called 'cottage knitting.' Before this she talked for a little while, telling us some great stories. Reliving some of the events of the Knitting Olympics. Telling a story of what it's like to go out with her uber-cool record producer husband only to be outed as a knitter. She is entertaining and humorous and intelligent and so down to earth. And I think she makes a great 'knitting ambassador' to the rest of the world. Because let's face it, the rest of the world often has a pretty skewed view of knitters. A lot of the time I think they basically consider us as a bunch of Hello Kitty characters or something.

After her talk she took some questions, one of which was to display her knitting style as shown above. She then signed her book which I bought there and posed for pictures.

This part is kind of all a blur to me. There she is posing with my sock. I felt I should ask something creative when I finally got up to meet her. All I remember is I kept giggling and sweating and making snarky comments about our affiliation with the Crocheter. Sorry Chris! However, Stephanie I suppose is used to overwhelmed knitters like me meeting her with a mouth full of marbles. She just remained her very cool self, and had an even better idea. A picture with my sock and her sock together!

My sock is a regular little stockinette sock I started the other day because I realized on the trip to the museum that that white sock would be waaay to complicated to work on when I went to see the Harlot speak. It's a Knit Picks yarn called Zinnia. I have since renamed it the Ronald McDonald Colorway. Red, yellow and orange? Whoa! So I now have 3 projects going at once. More on that later.

Anyway, it was a joy hearing the Harlot speak. Anyone who has a chance to check her out in their town do so! It is a much better way to spend an evening than watching that stupid Howie Mandel show again. (Who in god's name brought Howie Mandel back to tv????)