Saturday’s stop in Clarksville, GA was fabulous, hosted by A Twisted Skein.  Thank you, Jan!  I met some wonderful people.  How can you beat books and yarn in one spot?  Clarksville is not a huge town, so it’s easy to pick out strangers.  Wayne and I were obviously not locals, and I got a huge kick out of a teenager’s question when we stopped at a small café in down own Clarksville, “Are you here for the big signing?” 

Earlier today I stopped off at two yarn stores in Fort Wayne, IN:  a terrific shop called Knitting Off Broadway, where I found the cutest horse buttons for my horse-crazy grandson, Isaiah.  I also stopped at Sarah Jane’s Yarn Shoppe, named after a grandmother who was an avid knitter.  Sarah Jane already has a picture of me on her website--you guys are amazing!

I exceeded my own record today for the longest signing: I signed for four hours at the Meijer grocery in Fort Wayne.  My readers are incredible, driving three to four hours to see me and waiting in long lines.  One gentleman stood in line three-and-a-half hours to get a book signed for his wife.  You all amaze and inspire me!

This past weekend’s Warm Up America! Knit Out was my first experience at this event.  I was awestruck meeting designers Candi Jensen, Susan B. Anderson, Kristin Nicholas, Antje Gillingham and Karen Thalacker.  I’ve knit patterns these wonderfully creative women have published.  It was a thrill for this knitter’s heart to rub elbows and hang with them . . . and they were so nice!  And not a single one asked me to show them my knitting . . . thank goodness!

I've been working on my knitting lately, finishing up a number of small projects and getting ready to knit others.  I finished the socks for my son, added the fringe to an afghan I knit for my brother, did the last of the beading work on a scarf project, and finished up two hats.

Stephanie Pearl-McPhee is known as the Yarn Harlot, and I know exactly what she means.  I hate to admit it, but I’m one, too.

I have a number of really wonderful projects all ready and waiting to be knit.  They’re neatly arranged in my yarn room, patiently waiting their turn.  Then some fancy new yarn will catch my eye and I decide I can’t live without it.  I buy the yarn, lavish it with attention, show it off to my friends, and turn my back on those waiting projects in order to start something new and wonderful with that new yarn just like a . . . well, a yarn harlot.