I was about to fall asleep when I randomly checked for comments on my mitten post. You know, the one with all the mitten pictures that I took after night had fallen, making them super-dark and sort-of blue tinged. That one.
Have you looked at the comments? Oh, you should. You really should.
I almost died right here in my room.*
Go ahead. Click the link. See?**
Did you faint when you clicked it? I did.
Stephanie Pearl-McPhee is one of my writing heroes. She's the sole reason I started blogging in the first place, and she came here. Not only did she COME, she also COMMENTED, which makes me feel special on all sorts of levels.
When I woke up yesterday morning, I was going to write a post about how miserable winter was making me. Instead, I'm ending the day on an almost-gleeful note. That's what knitting can do.
*Dying right now would complicate things, because we're snowed in and the coroner wouldn't be able to pick up my body until the roads are clear.
**It was foreshadowing because the Yarn Harlot is one of the knitting gods. No, I don't think the fact that no one else got my cunning joke is cause to remove it and leave this as a humorless fangirl rant. No. We're keeping the semi-funny, sort of boring feel. That's what this blog is about.