Since I found out too late to get reservations when the Yarn Harlot (Stephanie Pearl-McPhee) was in L.A. a few weeks ago, I've been wracking my brain on how to ensure a spot for Ms. Perry's appearance.
Called the bookstore - no reservations AND they only seat 60. I'ma be travelling almost 3 hours ONE WAY (give or take L.A. traffic) for this shindig, so it would suck major donkey dick if I was ass-out of a spot.
Jollyewe the Devil won't be going with me, and I just know Crazy Aunt Purl's knitting group (the WeHo Stitch 'n Bitchers) are going to represent en masse so I was getting really nervous.
Who to beg a spot from?
After mulling it over and talking myself into it and then talking myself out of it and back and forth (and forth and back!) I took a chance and wrote Laurie Perry directly the other day.
I apologized for bugging her and let her know I'm not some kooky crazy knitting stalker (well, I am kinda, but not in a *bad* way) and asked if there was someone BESIDES HERSELF (herself being all busy with a career and a new book and a book tour and four cats and a metric fuck-load of friends 'n all) that I could get ahold of about securing a spot.
Then I sat back and had about 78% hope she'd respond and about 21% expectation of said response. Don't forget this girl's busybusy!
Today, about 4:50pm I checked my email for the 82nd time and BAM!
An email from Crazy Aunt Purl herself.
I can't divulge (yet) the particulars of her missive (since I don't want any REAL kooky crazy knitting stalkers to get any ideas!) but let's just say this middle-of-nowhere-California knitter has a primo spot this Thurs-dee.
SNOOPY DANCE!
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