WEBS + Harlot = Awesome
Yesterday I woke up at 615am, showered, dressed, and drove to The Knitting Experience Cafe in Brunswick, ME. No this is not a 24 hour yarn shop, it was, in fact, closed. There was a sign on the door that read “Closed for professional development. (Seeing the Yarn Harlot!)” I met eight other people and we packed into two cars, the sproutmobile and the other car. The sproutmobile contained four passengers all wearing Amy King’s pattern sprout. We drove, and drove and drove. Some of us drove in the wrong direction for a while. Some of us observed the avian hand gestures from neighboring cars, aka “the bird”. We arrived at a very crowded yarn shop, this one was open by now. I delivered a present for Stephanie. I think she liked it, you be the judge:
The present was emergency knitting and spinning bags. A brilliant idea. Chesley sells them at TKE when she has them in stock, they don’t stay around long. We then went to lunch where I have never waited longer for food and then ate it so quickly. The waiting to eating time ratio for that lunch was way too high. Sandy’s mother met us for lunch there. As you can see the two of them get along fabulously.
We then hurriedly proceeded to a crowded Calvin Theater to see the Harlot. She was great! I won’t give away her material here, but if you have a chance to go see her I strongly recommend it. The best part was that she talked neuro! Not high tech, nothing overly fancy or scary sounding. Neuroscientists are very fond of making up scary sounding names for things like the hippocampus or the prefrontal cortex, which always gets me. Come on, pre-frontal, before the front?!?! What is prefrontal? But I digress... She explained the inherent value of knitting in terms that have me rethinking what research I might end up doing next year... After the talk was a mass exodus of knitters through the town of North Hampton. Take a look:
We all went swiftly back to Webs where they were having a 25% off sock yarn sale in honor of the Harlot’s visit, in addition to their awesome warehouse and crazy discounts as always, not to mention the anniversary sale. I am really not sure how I escaped with only one pair of socks to be. I snuck up to the Harlot to deliver a washcloth from Scott, and got put on the blog. She even linked to here. In fact if you are reading this there is a good chance you already know that because that is the only reason you are here. Stephanie once again insisted that she knew who I was, which is awesome.
We then drove home. Now when we started heading from MA to ME by getting on the southbound highway there were a few of us in the car who did not think that was the best plan. We were subsequently told that our input was unnecessary. However that sentiment was handily withdrawn when we pointed out that we were driving right by the exit we wanted. Let’s just say the statement “We don’t need the GPS for the drive home” was soundly premature. We did eventually make it back, after stopping for yummy dinner in Portsmouth. All in all a good day. Oh yeah, and I did manage to successfully Kinnear the Harlot. Not because I did not think I would be able to get a photo, just because I thought it would be better that way.
This was the sign waiting outside the Calvin Theater. The night before this event Hanson played there. He he he.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Stephanie Pearl-McPhee knows who I am... still!
