As promised, two not-so-great photos from the Yarn Harlot event...the crowd shot, goodness knows who all those people are, I was just trying to get a sense of the scale. (I don't think it worked -- it was really crowded! I have been to that hotel before for a thing at my old job, and it is only because I knew the place that I found a parking spot, even though I didn't get there until 5 minutes before kickoff.) I think I was the only person there alone, everyone else had so many friends! I sat in front of these two women, one of whom suffered delusions of comedy grandeur. I wouldn't call it heckling, per se, but it was something. Something that probably would have annoyed me quite a lot, had I not fucked up a heel while Stephanie was talking, so thus all my annoyance was self-directed. (The same heel dogged me all day long, a fucking easy-as-pie heel I've done a gajillion times by now! Cursed heel!) Anyway, you can probably barely make out Stephanie in that second photo. She was very small! She looks a lot like the boss of my boss, so I assumed she would talk like her also, but she did not, which distracted me for a little while. It was cute and funny, and, best of all, I got Stephanie to sign a book for my mom whose arm just healed enough to knit again -- since I am a collector of rare books, I know the value of a weird personal inscription, so I hope Mama Pink will enjoy.

And yeah, Zach-with-whom-I-shared-a-delightful-lunch-beforehand, it was just kind of a starfucker thing, but, eh, knitting blog starfucking is so much less...starfuckerey!

Also, I have been meaning to post photos of some socks I finished ages ago. There are some I made for Mr. Pink also, but he has been out of the house a lot lately, so I can't get him to hold still for documentation. As for my own feet. The pink lacey ones are from some random looseleaf pattern I had actually made before, but tried with a different yarn. I don't like them in Kroy looks-wise (when I made them before, they were for a swap and very delicate-looking, made from Opal), but pink is pink, and they are warm and look spunky with my lime green shoes. Uhm, because I am five. (I was too afraid to even mention the Barbie barette I often wear with this ensemble when just hanging out in the house, eep.) Anyway. The other socks are some coveted Vesper Neopolitan ones in a chevron pattern I got out of Sensational Knitted Socks, and Cat Viola is admiring them. Note the poorly executed "forethought" heel -- kiss my ASS, forethought heel, KISS IT! But the socks are pretty rad, if I do say so myself.

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[zach]

HOORAH for starfuckerageness!

also: let's spend like everyday together for the next month.