I can’t tell you how much I want, this afternoon, to go to see the Yarn Harlot. She’s coming to a bookstore not quite near me.
I want to go and buy a Tricoteuses Sans Frontiers badge; hear her talk “aboot” her adventures so far; and knit in her audience. It’s quite odd, this fangirl urge that I’m almost giving in to. I must be getting old because I don’t care about trying to be cool. I just want to go and be a fan. I think it would be a lot of fun. With two hours’ travelling time.
If it wasn’t for the fact that I have visitors coming on Friday and a guestroom full of things that will make it rather difficult for them to find their bed, I would be there in a flash. I’m feeling an unaccountable sense of responsibility. And fear of justified nagging about same from the husband. Pah.