What a very pleasant surprise.
I don't know how or who, but thank you.
I am apparently a finalist for a Reader's Choice Best Knitting Blog/Website award.
I think the poll might be a little skewed. This blog is up against the website Ravelry. (Not the Ravelry blog, the website. The one with two million members.) It's just a wee bit of an apples to oranges competition, comparing my ramblings to an incredibly versatile site that does everything from house forums to store patterns for two million people.
But you know what? Somehow, out of all the knitting websites in existence, this is one of the five finalists. That in and of itself is an enormous honor.
So thank you again for whoever voted for me in the nomination process, and for all of you who have voted in the finals thus far. (Voting is open through 3/21.)
Next weekend -- St. Patrick's Day! -- I am going to be teaching at a fiber arts retreat in Syracuse, NY. Yes, I am going to be bringing Baby Shamrock with me!
You don't have to stay at the retreat center to take classes from a sweet group of teachers, including Laura Nelkin, Cal Patch, Sandi Wiseheart, Jill Draper, Beth Coye, Shannon Chaffee Adams, and Jennifer Van Calcar. There will also be a marketplace open to the public, in case classes are not in the cards for you, and my trunk show was literally -- just moments ago -- picked up by FedEx to begin its trek to the East Coast. Now that that's done, I think I'll go eat something for lunch other than yogurt. Shamrock is hungry.
I can't wait to see my friends at The Yarn Cupboard, and have a chance to meet all of you.
Let's not forget this though, shall we?
No need to tell me, I already know.
Also, a few other things I am already aware of, so you can think of something else to talk to me about:
1. You don't like my dress or my hair or my makeup or my shoes or my accessories or my bag.
2. My teeth are crooked.
3. I am taller than ________________ (pick a person. Your mom. Your husband. Michael Jordan. Everyone in the Guinness Book of World Records.). Those last couple are not true, by the way.
That was just too much stuff to fit on one little poster. But I've given up trying to please everyone with my outfits or trying to figure out why some people seem to care so much if my hair is up or down or if my dress is the wrong cut or my sweater needs to be unbelted.
I am impervious! Impervious to these comments!
But I would love to see you and hold your baby, if you have one, and talk to you about yarn or color or photography or the meaning of life.
Which I know for certain is not my appearance.
See you in Syracuse, where I am going to do my best to find something green that fits over the belly!