We went to six different yarn shops (yes, I bought something at Every. Single. One. Did you really have to ask?).
We went to the Seattle Weavers' Guild's Annual Show and Sale.
We went to see The Yarn Harlot Herself.
Instead, I accidentally read Stephanie Pearl-McPhee's new book in two days.
I'm the kind of person who usually savors a book. I read pretty quickly, but I don't want to get to the end of a book too fast, so I generally take a week or two to finish a book.
Not this one.
There are 29 essays, which usually would be great, because it gives me lots and lots of natural stopping places. Instead, even the titles were intriguing enough for me to say, "Just one more chapter!" until Joe made me turn off the light. Both nights. Luckily, it's over, or we might have had some marital discord to resolve. I won't go too much into the actual content of the essays, since you should read them for yourself, but they range from washing machines to things non-knitters ask you about knitting, to single-skein impulse purchases. It's great, and you should probably read it.
Now that that's finished, maybe I can move on to the actual trip. Either that, or I'll start one of the fifty-six project ideas that came out of the trip.... You can probably guess which will happen first.
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