This year it was held at The Tattered Cover in Highlands Ranch. Here's a before shot of her books on display...
Here's an after shot...
People showed up in all their knitting best. Here's the Mitered Coat of Many Colors (as I'm calling it)...
This next woman had a beautiful jacket on. When asked about the yarn, she said, "I don't know, I bought it and knit it." Fair enough! Her companion wouldn't lean in to the picture with her, even after I gently nudged him with my foot. No, I'm not normally in the habit of kicking strangers but it was the excitement of the evening! I teased him about being a fugitive as others wanted to picture her and he'd always look away from the camera...
It was a fantastic evening. Rachel and I got there around 3p and we were #6 and #7 in line. I remembered to bring some camp chairs - last year, I sat in line for a few hours on the floor and when I stood, I couldn't feel my legs!
We were in line with lovely people and the waiting was almost as fun as the Harlot. A lady next to me gave me some ingenious little stitch markers and showed me that when you bite off the end of a dried apricot and shove a whole almond into it - it's a delicious treat!
Sam, Kelly, and LaDonna, and Jen (owner or Purls of Wisdom in Parker but elusive to picture) were there. As were many other of my "imaginary friends" (as my husband calls my Blogger friends).
This was our first sighting of The Harlot...
This is "Crutch Girl". She's in all the shots as she got a great front row seat due to her crutches. Hmmm, have to remember that for next time. Just kiddin' - we got there early and we got front row seats, too.
Stephanie taking her crowd pics...
Over 200 people showed up and an excellent time was had. A man wandered over to the fiction section (to the left of the screen) and stayed there listening and laughing for about 15 minutes before his family found him and they left.
Oh, and note to the woman behind me who answered her cell phone during Stephanie's talk. Stephanie is a wonderful, patient woman because if I was public speaking (which is difficult enough) and some yayhoo in the second row not only answered her phone but talked on it for almost 5 minutes - well, y'all know I'm not the most diplomatic person. I did hold my tongue this time because I didn't want to add to the noise the woman was making. She answered the phone and said, "Why are you calling me??" but then talked For. EVER! And not quietly either! Didn't even try to whisper!! If you have to take a call, OK - maybe it's test results for an illness, maybe it's the sitter, but for decency's sake, walk off in to the stacks of the bookstore to have your conversation. Ya silly, rude, B....!
When it came time for book signing, I asked Stephanie if I could massage her hands. (For any newcomers here, I was a massage therapist for 8 years) This is something I meant to do last year but was all bunged up about meeting her and forgot. Her hands are tiny and soft! She asked if I could just follow her around from city to city and I could be a HarlotHead. If only!
After the great time we had seeing The Harlot, we went across the parking lot and had a great time at a pub. Their ended up being 13 of us at the pub. The food was great, the service spectacular, and the Woodchuck Hard Cider plentiful. Maybe that's why I left my camera there! I didn't even discover this until Monday (3 days later). Lucky for me they are honest people. I am a dunderhead.
Planning my life as a HarlotHead, Ruth!
7 comments:
Not only that but she said you are her NEW BEST FRIEND!
I could not be more jealous! She's not coming to my neck of the woods this time and I'm totally bummed. You're so lucky!
I sorta kinda thought that might be you when I read her blog, but my brain is a bit too fried these days for me to have commented at the time. Good for you!
It was such a fun night. I had the best time.
You make me laugh :)
It was a fabulous evening, which you've captured brilliantly!
Stephanie is coming to Portland, OR on the 22nd and I plan on seeing her for the first time. Too bad she didn't convince the publishers to send you along to massage her hands during book-signing gigs! A cell phone? Really? How rude! And this was especially nervy of her considering that many around her who were trying to listen were also armed with pointy objects.
Yeaaaaa- once more your hob nobbing with royalty! Lucky dawgs-all of you!
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