**I have knitting (though not a bunny) and I have spinning (samples) and I have reviews (of accessories)...however this is their only mention today.**
I stayed up late last night. The husband was on a trip and would be back in the wee hours of the morning so it gave me an excuse to. When I did finally fall asleep I dreamt a dream so lovely that my sister could see the cool factor. And she's not a knitter. Nor does she care about knitterly things.
I dreamt of the Yarn Harlot. This is my first dream of her. I don't own any books sadly, I've never seen her tour, but I do read her blog. So on to the dream!
It starts with me sitting here with my family in the morning. The phone rings and someone on the other end asks if I'd like to have the chance to have a photo shoot with her? Like they need to ask! I throw on some shoes, tell the husband to watch the kids (even he understands the awesomeness of this int he dream) and to the store I fly. Once there we get to talking and she's showing me her displays, one of which is a very limited idea of her stash. Naturally my eyes are popping out of my noggin. She asks, "Would you like a skein?" I say sure (really, who would turn that down!) and walk towards the table. Now when I say it was limited it was only a couple rows (of mostly sock yarn) and only one layer. By the time I start picking skeins up it's suddenly her whole stash on this table. She encourages me to climb on the table and "really get in there! You'll be amazed at what you find!". I was on the hunt for something autumnish. Soon she is on the table with me trying to help me track it down. I am near having a heart attack at the idea of diving through HER stash with HER when it dawns on me. No one is going to believe this. Not without proof. I have an A-Ha! moment and she asks me if I found my skein. I turn and politely say, "No. Would you mind taking a picture of me in your stash though? This would be an awesome picture!" she obliges and hops down to ger her totally awesome and highly technical (in a completely dream state fashion) camera. It's proving to be a pain though. Her settings are off and it's not wanting to take pictures. So we browse through pictures. She's explaining them to me and as she does i notice text appearing below them. Then it dawns on me! All she does is talk about them and then upload them. She never really has to blog because her camera does it for her! I'm in awe. I'm sitting there in disbelief when she tries to take another picture. I look down in an attempt to compose myself and that's when I notice. I'm wearing two different socks. I point it out to her and she says it's no biggie. I say yes it is and to look. I am wearing one red hand knit sock and one red and white striped sock. Two totally different looks. In fact the striped one is in real life not a sock but the pattern of a shirt. She sort of groans at the very obvious mis-match and we decide to abandon the picture (of me in her stash and of us together...I was very sad about this). That's when she tells me we are running late and out the door we go. We are part of a production! Production? She takes me to this old school telling me this is where her kids go and hands me my costume. Turns out we are doing a traditional Scottish dance in traditional Scottish clothing. We all get dressed (theres lots of people at this point) and get in line to march down this old hallway. We start marching but I am still so star struck I march backwards so I can continue talking to her. I finally turn around as we near our destination and she grabs the tails of my costume and gives them a good shake (like you would a rug) and I think to myself, "I feel like a giant leprachaun".
It's at that point that one my chitlins woke me up so I have no idea if we all danced well or not. :)
So thank you Yarn Harlot. I had a blast. :)