Oh. My. EZ.: A Fangirl Moment

(Did you like how I substituted Elizabeth Zimmerman there? Because I did. She's one of the knitting gods, my friends. If you don't know her work, you should. And it was kind of foreshadowing because--well, you'll see.)

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.*

Stephanie said...

Well, you know what? I'd totally take the blame for those. They're lovely. And you're persistent. And that's probably not my fault. That part.

 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.