So the Harlot. Was very very good.
I promise that she speaks exactly the way she writes and I love that her voice comes through so loud and clear. She has excellent comedic timing and if there were a lot more knitters at comedy clubs I’m sure she could take the act out of the LYS and into Yuk Yuks. Somehow I don’t think any other group will laugh so hard about “ribbed for his pleasure” – just saying.
I was, however, disgustingly starstruck.
Remember Persona Girl? Here is how PG would meet the Harlot…
PG would be wearing the most beautiful handknit something EVER. After waiting in line, PG would meet Stephanie for her autograph, say something divinely and devilishly funny and Stephanie would laugh. PG would mention how Stephanie inspired her to start her own blog and how it has been a great experience and opened her up to the world at large. There would be instant rapport (as there always is with PG).
Alternatively, there’s me:
I stammer hello. Whisper my name. Tentatively reach out a finger to touch the pretty sock on the table. Stephanie kindly says she likes my scarf which was very gracious of her since it looked like a wrinkled mass of Noro Silk Garden crap that’s never been washed but I figured I should bring something handknit for the occasion. I mumble a thank you…mention I’ve been to Romni and Lettuce Knits and how both proved to be rather tempting. I giggle at the wrong moment and say I’ll be back in T.O. in the spring. I stumble away.
Now this is all rather odd. I grew up with a writer, so I really do know the creature rather intimately. Writers are generally a rather introverted lot who seem less so in public because they tend to be able to cover the shyness with all that ability to articulate. And here is a woman who openly admitted to being unable to approach another knitter on a train…
So Stephanie, if you ever read this, just know that it could have been so much worse – at least I didn’t throw up all over you. And if I had my druthers, I’d buy you a beer and tell you how I think you don’t just speak for Every Knitter, but Every Woman. That knitting IS a sport, but that like parenting it does not ever let us forget how fallible we are and how persistence can sometimes wins out. I’d blame you completely for my new obsession with spinning. I’d tell you that I was a doula too for a while – not patient enough to be a good one – but that my desire to continue to be involved in educating parents-to-be has never gone away and I’m more passionate about that then I am about fibre.
By the way…apparently the Bruins sucked so I definitely chose the right place to be.