It’s Furious Balancing

A few things have kept me from blogging, the primary one being Lack of Content. And boredom. And Screaming Sinus Headaches That Make Laiane Rail Against that Powers-That-Be about Why He/She/They Had to Create Pollen. Inefficient system, if you ask me, but I suppose I will let it slide because there are some parts of the Grand Design which are much more elegant, like Conservation of Energy and Matter and Thermodynamics and such. Oh, and cats. I approve of cats. Very graceful creatures.¹

In any event, there was some major excitement going down on Friday when the Yarn Harlot made her Ann Arbor appearance to promote her new book, Things I’ve Learned From Knitting (Whether I Wanted To or Not).

I’ve been a fan of the Harlot’s blog for many months, and she is just as witty in person as she is online and in her books. It’s hard to explain to a non-knitter that there truly is such a thing as “knitting humor,” but the Harlot had 150 knitters laughing uproariously with her vignettes on the Ridiculous Things Non-Knitters Say to Knitters. If you’re a knitter, you know. The “patience” line. The “time to knit” line. The “You know, you can buy socks in a store” line.

The Harlot is a class act. She took the time to stay and sign everyone’s books (all 300 some of us), and pose for pictures.

That’s my good friend and knitting buddy, HunterXan.

And here’s me:

Click the pictures for larger images. That blue amorphous mass the Harlot is holding is my current knitting project. It’s the Knitted Baby Thing for my Pregnant Co-Worker. Since it’s an Amorphous Blob², I’m pretty sure my friend won’t be able to identify it from this picture. It’s the Elizabeth Zimmerman Knitted Baby Thing that every knitter makes at some point, and the Harlot was able to name it from 10 feet away.³

In any event, the Knitted Baby Thing is almost done. I hope to finish it today, so it’s time for coffee and yarn!

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1. Most of the time. I spent a very enjoyable five minutes Tuesday afternoon watching Christopher stretch and roll over in his sleep until he finally fell ass over teakettle off the couch where we were sitting. He didn’t wake up until he hit the floor. [↩]
2. The knitting, not the pregnant co-worker [↩]
3. If you post a comment here, don’t mention the name of the pattern. It’s a “surprise.” [↩]

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