In which I meet the Yarn Harlot

I have picture proof, although anyone conducting an investigation would be within their rights to question the veracity of the photo:

She's the one at the front who's head is slightly higher than everyone else's.

She’s the one at the front who’s head is slightly higher than everyone else’s.

I get an interesting mixture of star-struck and desire to play it cool when I meet celebrities. In this case, it resulted in not asking to get a picture with her in the book signing line (even though she had been very nicely posing with people all evening) and not remembering to tell her anything I had wanted to say about her books. I thought about telling her that I first discovered them for myself this summer right after a death in the family and that she provided some much needed laughs at the time. If that seemed to personal, I figured I’d at least tell her that I enjoyed and appreciated her parenting commentary as much as her knitting commentary. Instead, I muttered something vague and brief about enjoying her books and hoping she had a safe trip home, and that was it.

Despite my disappointment in not making any kind of real conversation, I thoroughly enjoyed the evening. Stephanie Pearl-McPhee is just as entertaining in person as she is in her books, plus almost the whole audience was sitting there knitting while she talked, which was completely awesome. I’m so excited that I got to see her, and grateful that my husband took the kids for the evening, even if it came at the price of a few “there’s a world-famous knitter?” jokes.

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