A Harlot by Any Other Name......

Yesterday afternoon I left the office a tad bit early, dressed in jeans & a sweatshirt with an adventure on my mind. Let it be known that I didn’t really leave the house without a wingman, my wingman just happened to be a flat woman. (all pictures suck butt. it is what it is when the camera has seen better days. if i win the lottery i will buy a bigger better camera)

So, tucked away in my bag along with the sock (which we shall discuss at length tomorrow) was Flat Vicki Knitorious – and we headed off to Pad Thai Grand Café to meet up with Beadslut, Chaos Chris, Jess Mikknit, Amy KnitThink, Stephania MoraieKnitting, Connie Scrapovers, & blogless (?)Cynthia. Vicki checked out all of our socks, and had a beer while the rest of us ate.

Then we headed over to the college to get some good seats. I made sure Vicki had a good view and we prepared for all things Harloty.

Let it be said that the staff at the Yarnery knew what they were doing. This was VERY well organized AND we got Swag. Anyone that hands me a nice tote bag is one of my very best friends ever in the whole wide world.

To welcome Stephanie we sang the Canadian Anthem. Knowing my own voice prowess I let Vicki have the lyrics and I mouthed the words.

Stephanie was absolutely fantastically funny and there wasn’t a hint of how little sleep she’d had over the course of the last few days. Beadslut, Vicki, & I waited in line to have our books signed, to say hello to Stephanie, and to get the necessary photos. Along the way the Yarnery had a table set up with things to buy. I managed to refrain, but only because I spent so much time trying to keep Vicki under control. It might’ve been that beer she had with dinner.

Vicki rolls in yarn

A basket of HOT CHICKS! – Vicki & the felted ones

Vicki had her photo taken with Stephanie & the sock.

I had my photo taken with Stephanie, the sock, and my ummm- I guess you can call it a sock

Beadslut had her photo taken with Stephanie & the sock.

And then it was time to go home. Even though I didn’t get home until after 11:00 next time I will consider more seriously bringing the Princess. Even if it means revealing my on-line persona to more family members than Mr. Motorcycle. Princess will be thrilled when she finds her own personalized & autographed copy of Stephanie Pearl-McPhee Casts Off! In her Easter basket on Sunday.

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Let it be said that once again Mr. Motorcycle pinched in to make sure I got my share of fibery goodness. Honestly he would’ve liked to attend this gathering of knitters – he gets us- but that would’ve meant I couldn’t have done dinner based on logistics. So he sacrificed for the good of knitting everywhere (and to get a little work done in the basement too).

While I was off cavorting with knitters he was questioned by Gameboy regarding my whereabouts. Not only did he have to answer the question as to what the hell knitting humor was he was also asked what in the hell a harlot is. Mr. Motorcycle said “Queen”. (I told you he gets it)

When I snuck into Gameboys room to wish him sweet dreams he murmured “you smell like yarn”. I slipped and said “that’s what happens when you’re hanging out with a yarn whore. I mean harlot.” He totally busted me and questioned me – I told him to look it up in the dictionary. Hopefully at this point someone isn’t busy getting his masters degree in googeling harlot.