Rewind to the beginning.
Monday, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee was doing a book signing for All Wound Up in Park Slope. Sweet! Julia had told me about the event but could not make it. So I had to go for the both of us!
I was pretty lazy that day and left the house in such a rush. I had to walk to the train station (still no car) which is about a half hour walk except that I had about 25 minutes before the train was due into the station. So I speed walked and actually made it there with enough time to get my ticket and take a breath. Except I was pretty sweaty and gross. All I could think was oh man please don't let me smell bad when I meet the Yarn Harlot!
|Reading an excerpt|
After all that rushing, I made it there with plenty of time and went straight to the customer service desk to ask where the talk was going to be. Right after the employee told me where to go, I turned around and headed to the escalators. Just then she walked in. I didn't know what to do. I just, well, froze. I whipped out my cell, pretending to look busy and then hurried off down the escalator.
|Working on my Traveling Mermaid Shawl|
And the other problem? Sometimes her blog rambles a bit too much for my attention span. I admit, I scan a lot of blogs rather than reading every bit, especially when people are writing about their projects and the mods made and yadda yadda. But with her blog it's different. Maybe it's because she's a writer by profession. Trust me, I've even tried to read her books. They just don't hold my attention. But Monday night, I was eating it up! SPM needs to make audiobooks of her publications. And if I had my way, she'd be the one to be reading them aloud. Let's make it better, we'll make it a video- she had the best facial expressions while reading to us! It made it so much better. It made the stories come alive in a way that her blog and books never had for me. I mean, I know she was standing right there actually alive in front of me, but the stories were just so much more intriguing to me. Now how do I convince her on my plan?? Any ideas out there?
At the end of the night, she was super sweet and signed two books for me so that Julia could have one even though she couldn't make it. We chatted with her a bit and she did not try to rush us at all even though we lingered a bit. But eventually we left her to sign copies for the store and head upstairs to pay for our books. The girl I had been standing with checked out fast but there was a problem with the guy in front of me and it took forever. And then SPM and her friend were 2 people behind me in line. With the book. SPM was standing in line to buy her own book. Apparently she left her copy of it home and needed another for her readings. I was much amused by this.
|Addicted to knitting? Maybe that's me...|
|The girls with the best name EVER! (She agreed)|
|We have the same name. You would think they would look the same in her handwriting.|
Now that I'm safely at home, I'm looking forward to reading this book. Maybe now that I've seen her in person, I'll just hear her voice as I read them and my attention will stay with the stories she tells. Oh, and yes she says "aboot" and "eh" and other cute Canadian things :o)
**At least 5 people turned around and offered their scissors. I love knitters. We always come prepared.
***I had a great view when I offered the seat next to me (I was saving for a friend who couldn't show last minute) to a lady when her birdfaced baby mommy friend snottily asked can't I move down. Ugh. If SPM hadn't already speaking I would have said something but I didn't want to be rude unlike some people. Birdface had to sit next to her friend, even though she had to keep getting up to soothe her cute baby and wound up giving up her seat anyway. I hate people. Her baby was really cute though.
****and a quarter but people don't usually count that. But that was all the height I gained from 8th grade to high school. So I was very proud of it at one time. And I'll take what I can get in the height department.