Last night, Becca and I went to the meet the Yarn Harlot. We arrived approx. two hours early to the bookstore and plenty of knitters had already arrived. It felt good to be around my sort of people. Knitters are the best. Seriously. Love all the clicking needles, all the balls of yarn, all the conversation, and being able to say something the non-knitters would find confusing such as "Feel my wool."
The Yarn Harlot is, as everybody has said, incredibly funny and nice in person. She talked for about and hour and a half. Some parts had me rolling on the floor with laughter. And then, I met her. Which is awesome. I brought the first socks for her to see (as they wouldn't have been made without her insistence that socks are the perfect item to knit, which sparked my Sock Fever) and she called me "another damn over-achiever." That, admittedly, felt good to hear, like a pat on the back for a job well done. She said some other funny comments about the sexual references to "Touch my monkey." and suggested my next project be a car.
Overall, I went to bed smiling. Happiness achieved.
(I did take a picture with her and when Becca gets it to me, I shall post it. It's pretty fab because she's holding the first socks.)