You've seen this before at Elinor's place, but it bears repeating.
Lucky, lucky me. I had to dig a bit, but I found this old post of mine about Internet friends. About how we should just drop all the awkwardness of explaining how we've never seen each other face-to-face, but we know each other perhaps better than many of the characters who inhabit our "real lives." About how in many ways no one really "gets it"- this crafty connection. And last weekend I had the chance to test my theory as I got to meet ten other bloggers- some of whom I've loved a long, long time, and others who are new to me and instantly dear. And guess what? It was like coming home.
Diana, with whom I've shared many a parenting headache and who always leaves me giggling, no matter how much the Biscuit is currently hating his big-boy bed/potty training/me. Did we miss a beat when we saw each other's faces? Was it awkward? Hell, no. I may have hugged her so hard I broke myself. I don't think I could break her. Girl is STRONG.
Megan. Isn't she beautiful? I got to sleep at her place, right next to a pile of single socks. She ain't making it up. That stack is climbin'. And green! I shared sleeping quarters with (I'm sorry, it has to be said) the hip Christy and her Tweedy Aran, uber-talented (and in possession of the rockinest boots) Maritza, the aforementioned Elinor with whom I shared the top-shelf experience of waking up to the sound of a crying baby that was NOT MINE, and ECC. One of my roomies snored. It wasn't the cat, but that's all I'm sayin'.
They humored me with a cowl swap. Then they gave me champagne.
And I learned a great many things.
Such as: I need a Canon and a fiddy. My camera envy was overwhelming. I took none of the photos in this post. That should tell you something right there.
Such as: Minty is one seriously funny, hyperdrive brilliant, excellent person and I'm going to knit all her stuff and watch her Flickr stream like a hawk. And maybe see her this summer for a burger.
Such as: Though the general consensus was that we were probably all dorky girls in high school who never got near the popular crowd, my sneaking suspicion is that Pam, Caro, and Diana are exceptions to this rule. They are just crowd-pleasers, those three.
Such as: Specs should be in charge of the world. She's quiet as all get-out and lulls you into a false sense of security and then wham! this fabulous sneakattack humor busts out. I suspect this might work very well with North Korea. Plus she's blonde and purty.
Such as: I need you knitters around all the time to save me from potential yarn purchase disasters like I almost made at Loop. One look at the pattern I meant to attempt and all and sundry gave a quick, definitive thumbs down and saved me from myself. I am ever grateful. The honesty, the know-how, the been-there-done-that. Who else but "our people" can do that for us?
Such as: I am such a fangirl for Ashley that she can get me to drink beet juice. Ick. But seriously. I feel like I'm thirteen again and just left that cute boy from the beach, never to see him again. Pining. That's what I'm doing for Ashley.
I hope I get the chance to meet all of you. It may just blow my mind, though. The very idea that you're all real, and as wonderful as you are here on the 'Net? Lucky, lucky us, right?
Lucky, lucky me. I had to dig a bit, but I found this old post of mine about Internet friends. About how we should just drop all the awkwardness of explaining how we've never seen each other face-to-face, but we know each other perhaps better than many of the characters who inhabit our "real lives." About how in many ways no one really "gets it"- this crafty connection. And last weekend I had the chance to test my theory as I got to meet ten other bloggers- some of whom I've loved a long, long time, and others who are new to me and instantly dear. And guess what? It was like coming home.
Diana, with whom I've shared many a parenting headache and who always leaves me giggling, no matter how much the Biscuit is currently hating his big-boy bed/potty training/me. Did we miss a beat when we saw each other's faces? Was it awkward? Hell, no. I may have hugged her so hard I broke myself. I don't think I could break her. Girl is STRONG.
Megan. Isn't she beautiful? I got to sleep at her place, right next to a pile of single socks. She ain't making it up. That stack is climbin'. And green! I shared sleeping quarters with (I'm sorry, it has to be said) the hip Christy and her Tweedy Aran, uber-talented (and in possession of the rockinest boots) Maritza, the aforementioned Elinor with whom I shared the top-shelf experience of waking up to the sound of a crying baby that was NOT MINE, and ECC. One of my roomies snored. It wasn't the cat, but that's all I'm sayin'.
They humored me with a cowl swap. Then they gave me champagne.
And I learned a great many things.
Such as: I need a Canon and a fiddy. My camera envy was overwhelming. I took none of the photos in this post. That should tell you something right there.
Such as: Minty is one seriously funny, hyperdrive brilliant, excellent person and I'm going to knit all her stuff and watch her Flickr stream like a hawk. And maybe see her this summer for a burger.
Such as: Though the general consensus was that we were probably all dorky girls in high school who never got near the popular crowd, my sneaking suspicion is that Pam, Caro, and Diana are exceptions to this rule. They are just crowd-pleasers, those three.
Such as: Specs should be in charge of the world. She's quiet as all get-out and lulls you into a false sense of security and then wham! this fabulous sneakattack humor busts out. I suspect this might work very well with North Korea. Plus she's blonde and purty.
Such as: I need you knitters around all the time to save me from potential yarn purchase disasters like I almost made at Loop. One look at the pattern I meant to attempt and all and sundry gave a quick, definitive thumbs down and saved me from myself. I am ever grateful. The honesty, the know-how, the been-there-done-that. Who else but "our people" can do that for us?
Such as: I am such a fangirl for Ashley that she can get me to drink beet juice. Ick. But seriously. I feel like I'm thirteen again and just left that cute boy from the beach, never to see him again. Pining. That's what I'm doing for Ashley.
I hope I get the chance to meet all of you. It may just blow my mind, though. The very idea that you're all real, and as wonderful as you are here on the 'Net? Lucky, lucky us, right?
