(photo by Star Athena)
On Sunday afternoon, about an hour before everything closed, I was able sneak away from the Sock Summit Registration desk and grab a not-so delicious Convention Center lunch.
Star (yes, that Star!) was kind enough to sit with me, then walk around the Marketplace. She caught me savoring the memories of french fries past before we sauntered.
Star is a person to whom I wished I lived closer. Ever since we met at the first Sock Summit, I wanted to be her friend. Heck, even before that, simply seeing her designs made me want to know her. I’m glad we had almost an hour together.
Our conversation has stuck with me. Our time together further underlined the topic we discussed. I’d love to sit and knit with her and not be in an artificial situation like teaching across the hall from her, or seeing her at Twisted when I’m in Portland, or randomly catching her in a veggie burger line. In my fantasy world, we’d cook together and talk about our projects and brush each other’s hair. (Not so much on that last one.)
I still haven’t pulled together my thoughts for a big, big recap, so I hope you don’t mind these random thoughts. Until then, my congested head and ravaged throat will offer you these limited typings. (Scotch is helping.)