I live approximately 30 miles south of Los Angeles and for those of you who’ve been to California before, I only live about 8 miles north of Disneyland. I now understand why I live closer to the latter … it’s easier to get there!
Not only did we run into some unexpected traffic (although with Los Angeles, why was I thinking there *wouldn’t* be traffic?), but we also thought we had missed our exit, and tried to create our own route which led to its own adventures through Chinatown and such. Luckily, the Yarn Gods must have been smiling on us, because we eventually ended up in a parking garage that we thought might be *close* to our destination and as we exited the garage, you’ll never believe what was directly across the street from us … the Los Angeles Central Public Library. The exact location we were looking for. Now, I won’t bore you with the details of trying to go home, but let me just say… never a dull moment.
As anyone who has ever written a blog post has stated, attending a Yarn Harlot event is definitely worth the drive, the time, the babysitting expense, whatever. Yes, her books are funny, but listening to her speak made me think I was at the Improv watching a stand-up comedy routine. People around me had tears streaming down there face because they were laughing so hard! The only thing missing were the hot looking waiters serving drinks!
I met a lot of wonderful knitters and it was also real treat to finally get to meet Jillian who not only frequently leaves me some very nice comments here at my little ol’ blog, but has been a huge help and support in helping me cope and understand fibromyalgia.
I must definitely give a HUGE thanks to Lynda, who let Laura & I join her group so we could get in to see the Yarn Harlot on Saturday. I was on the first page of the waiting list, but when Lynda offered her few extra tickets to join her group, I jumped at the chance. If you want to read and see all the wonderful photos of the Harlots visit to Los Angeles, the Lynda has a wonderful blog post about it. She even has a photo of me (YIKES)
And where is the photo of me with the Harlot? Hmmmm…. I was so damn excited just to meet her and have her sign my books, that I completely forgot. I’d blame it on blond roots, except at my age, they are gray now. And the most pathetic thing? The camera was hanging from my wrist! I got photos of Laura with her, but none of me. I did however, remember to take a photo of my California State dishcloth that I made for her, and she photographed me with it, which you can see on her blog post.
So what’s it like to be on the Yarn Harlot’s blog? Absolutely Surreal!!