But it's too cool. I'm at the Harlot's hotel. This yarn store thing is getting very real now. I'm ready to have some serious yarn fun.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Going Up with the Harlot
OK. My flight gets into Columbus 20 minutes early. I catch a cab to the hotel and check in. The cabbie had the windows in the cab open, because its 90+ degrees here. I look like Medusa on a bad hair day. Who gets onto the elevator with me? The Yarn Harlot. Oh. My. God. We start to chat and that's when I realized -- I have lost my opportunity to Kinnear her. We're both grumbling about flying when it dawns on me that I cannot possible pull out a cell phone camera and click a photo without being noticed.