Franklin.
On Saturday I went to Yellow Dog Knits in Eau Claire.
It is a sweet little yarn shop, full of fibery fun and wonderful staff. It is where I met La Harlot back in 2006. I think there is a plaque somewhere.
Saturday I met another famous knit blogger. And photographer.
He was as delightful in person as he is on his blog -- personable and easy to chat with. Of course, once a person has knitting in her hand, how could she be nervous, even in the presence of the great and famous?
There were about 65 knitters who came to be photographed, but Dixie of Yellow Dog had organized the whole thing so well there was no waiting.
Dixie's son Nick was there.
Isn't he cute? Wanna see a close-up?
She has trained him right. What a guy.
Oh, did you notice Franklin's earring?
I say again, what a guy.
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Thanks for all the sympathy and encouragement after my whining yesterday about working so many hours. Today the pace slowed a bit. I can never see that coming -- I feel like whatever is happened right now will continue to happen... forever. Now, though, I think I may survive. Maybe even get a full night's sleep a few times this week. Whew.
