HijackedAugust 3, 2005
Yesterday, a couple of knit dorks met up for coffee.
Yes, Stephanie was in town and I hijacked her for a little while prior to her stunning speaking engagement at Stash. I hear that earlier in the day she had tripped and fallen into Artfibers where perhaps she bought some yarn and perhaps she did not. That's what happens when you trip and fall and swipe your Mastercard through the machine on your way down. Or so I hear.
She made the classic mistake, however. Damn. For such a knitting pro, she forgot the basic rules of engagement.
Never. Ever. Leave. The. Sock. Alone.
It might try to go home with the wedding dress. You know how this one ends. Someone always gets hurt.
Or the barista might get her hands on it. (Check for piercings, Steph. All I'm saying.)
Or worse, the sock might turn. You didn't know they did that, did you? (Oh, you did?) Poor Candi. It was nice knowing her.
Actually, Candi was running outside with The Sock, planning on getting me to take a picture of it committing hara-kiri under a car tire, but Stephanie came back out of the yarn shop where she'd gone to use the bathroom (so she says) and totally caught us. Or she would have caught us, had she thought to wonder why we'd been outside and why we'd spun on our heels and raced back inside when she saw us. Bless her little heart, she never even asked.
I have to say, if you haven't seen her speak yet, you MUST. There was something so awesome about sitting in a crowd, listening to her talk, realizing that yes, she IS the Comedian of Our People. Imagine. Surrounded by (mostly) women, all knitting away, just dying laughing over her comments. Jokes! Jokes about KNITTING! Little asides that only people like us would get! Could there be anything funnier to us? She's a funny, funny lady, and she deserves every bit of adulation that she receives.
Sadly, I had to leave early to go to work. But I got to hijack The Sock. That ruled.