It appears that WordPress has changed around how the back-end stuff works (if you don’t use it, you’ll just have to take my word for it). It’s pretty nifty, only it involves more scrolling and I’m lazy.
I bought a new battery charger for my camera, which appears to have solved the charging issue, so I am posting photos. And almost exclusively photos (see above re: laziness). Yesterday was the Yarn Harlot at Knitch, and we did the brunching beforehand (thank you, Claudia, for your awesomeness in planning!) at the American Roadhouse, which has yummy banana pecan pancakes. And we knit before, during, and after eating. I have proof:
Before the food came, Jane and Meg knit.
And then Claudia worked on her beautiful tiger-striped sock after the waiter cleared the table.
And I think this is a before photo, too. I lied about the during; I was eating, so I didn’t take any pictures then.
And there was a brief appearance by Pui Tepes (pui is chicken in Romanian), aka the elusive ChickenGoddess.
Afterward, at the theater, there were lots of knitters:
Olivia came over and said hi
and the ChickenGoddess took a photo of me
because all the ones I took of myself looked like this:
(And I hadn’t had any beer at all, I swear. It was a dry event).
And then the Yarn Harlot talked for a while:
She’s kinda short (but immensely funny, so it’s really not an issue). Luckily, she signed my book later on, so I got a better view, and because the ChickenGoddess and I are Huge Dorks and are knitting the same socks with the same yarn, we had the Yarn Harlot hold our socks while we held hers, and took pictures of the incestuous sock-age. It was great.
And I’m still a Huge Dork.
I also ripped back the sock in the photo previous to the taking of this photo (I’ll have to update Ravelry), since I determined that at the rate I was going, it would fit my husband. Since the sock is quite purple, and he doesn’t really do the whole purple thing, I should just give up and start over. So I did. And I’m much happier now. Whew!
I will post photos of projects tomorrow (since it’s been long overdue and it lets me not write too much).
If I didn’t know they smell like goat, I’d so want to snorgle them.
http://pics.livejournal.com/reedrover/gallery/0000zw2f These goatlings, specifically. (Hey, I found the pics, I figured I’d share. 🙂 )
I assure you – the taunting is sufficient revenge. But the YH was awesome, and I enjoyed her thoroughly, even if I could only see the top of her head until the very end.
Again, allow me to express my abject jealousy. First the faboo sock colourway, and now you get YarnHarlot again. Le sigh. She isn’t coming anywhere near DC…And now I go “NGRAH!” as I realize she was at Annapolis, which I couldn’t really have made it to, but is relatively close. Poor Daven wanted to know why I sounded like I was being strangled…*pout* Mini-Canadian goodness!
I’m glad you were able to see her again, though.
And I taunt you with the knowledge that I was cuddling baby angora goats yesterday. They are wee and fluffy and loud and snuggleable.