Yesterday afternoon, I read this blog post and it suddenly dawned on me that, dude, the Harlot would be arriving at the Madison airport (Yeah, I know, keen sense of the obvious, but I had spent the morning running errands with Bug, Bean, and Beeb, so like most days, my brain was pretty much oatmeal). I immediately thought that I could go to the airport and perhaps get a glimpse of her. My second thought was I'm normally not that stalkerish and creeped myself out a little. My third thought was imagine myself staking out the airport lobby with a bored 5-year-old, a bored 3-year-old, and a bored 7.5-month-old. Like that could ever happen without my head exploding. Yeah, apparently, me as a celebrity stalker...just not happening.
Not that I would picture myself stalking most celebs, but for the Yarn Harlot, I might make an exception. Not only is she wickedly funny in a way that resonates just perfectly with my particular funny bone, but she seems to be just a really neat person that I could see myself sitting down with over a coffee and some knitting and having a blast. Prior to the whole famous author/knitblog personality gig, she was a doula and a certified IBCLC. I could probably even 'fess up to how many nurslings I have (and how old they are) and not even phase her. She also has the sci-fi geek thing going and the crunchy, Birkenstock, no make-up things going. So maybe in a parallel universe we could even be friends, but I guess I will settle happily for groupie as long as I already have some lovely, clever, and wickedly funny knitting friends, both in real life and on line.