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qotd, knitting edition

"But last night we took place in a larger gathering, for our beloved Stephanie (Yarn Harlot) was here in Portland for Earth Day and came to brief us yet again on the state of knitting. I really feel like Stephanie and Granny Weatherwax have a lot in common. Both unofficial leaders of groups that will stand no leader, both aware of human foibles, and both willing to brave the darkness - one for the sake of the universe, the other for the sake of wool or a beer. Both are admirable goals, as I’m sure many Portland Knit Bloggers will agree."

-- Over Abundance, the Abundance Yarn Shop's knitting blog on the Harlot's visit. The comparison is apt, no?

This week is almost over, thankfully. Can I start drinking yet?


It's Happy Hour somewhere! I'm looking forward to a nice red with some gamberi fra diavlo.

Don't know if this person was mentioned yet for the knitter interviews:

Crazy Aunt Purl's Drunk, Divorced, and Covered in Cat Hair: The True-Life Misadventures of a 30-Something Who Learned to Knit After He Split (Paperback)
by Laurie Perry (Author)

Of the two, I'd much rather have a beer with the Harlot. Sociable drinking with Granny? Not so much. Nanny, yes, Granny, no.

Just finished Bonk. Fantastic, fascinating, and I had to fight the urge to keep waking Matt up to tell him selected tidbits.

Bonk is a hoot. I had the same problem not waking up Scott to tell him tidbits as well. I love Mary Roach.

How were the Snails? Shrimps? Clams? Fra Diavlo?

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