I've been thinking about reviving the blog for some time now, and today's the day. I was inspired because last night I went to church.
Although I currently am non-religious, I grew up going to an Episcopalian church, which this also happened to be, and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed being in the familiar setting, with the smell of...whatever it is that makes churches smell the way they do (candles? wooden pews? I don't know). I was also surprised that even though I don't really believe in the stuff the church believes in, I still considered the sanctuary a sacred space. I really took offense to a woman in my pew who was eating her fast food dinner, and to the fact that they were selling books inside the sanctuary. Interesting that I still think these things are important.
So since people were eating and books were being sold, you may have guessed that this was not a normal church service. In fact it was a reading by the
Yarn Harlot herself!
We're going to call this photo "artistic", ok? I am not the best multitasker, and my limit is 2 things at once. The two things here are knitting, and being in the presence of knitting celebrity. Photoing fell by the wayside, unfortunately. Anyway, that is Stephanie there, holding up her sock and photoing the audience.
She was charming, funny, very real and touching. She said one thing that really hit home with me, that when you feel like a total loser, knitting tells you that you are a competent person and you can make great socks. Right on, sister. She was promoting a new book of essays,
Free Range Knitter: The Yarn Harlot Writes Again, and a
page-a-day calendar, neither of which I have yet but will be picking up shortly from
Porter Square Books, who hosted this event. If Stephanie comes to your town, you should go. It was a good time.
I am pleased with the final yarn. I changed my mind, and I'll keep this for myself and spin something brighter for my mom. She is more of a bright, bold color person. I'm thinking of spunky's thunderstorm. Unless I run out of time. Then she might get this one after all. :)
Although I currently am non-religious, I grew up going to an Episcopalian church, which this also happened to be, and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed being in the familiar setting, with the smell of...whatever it is that makes churches smell the way they do (candles? wooden pews? I don't know). I was also surprised that even though I don't really believe in the stuff the church believes in, I still considered the sanctuary a sacred space. I really took offense to a woman in my pew who was eating her fast food dinner, and to the fact that they were selling books inside the sanctuary. Interesting that I still think these things are important.
