I do, don’t I? Don’t I? So then you could never guess, seeing me calmly packing, calmly deciding on projects and notions, calmly remembering my underwear and my toothbrush, that…
I AM GOING TO SCHOOLHOUSE PRESS!!!
Yes I am. Headed to Mecca. To the source. To the epicenter and the circle of knitting magic and love and to the place EZ chose, herself, to set up camp, and to meet the ethereal Meg Swansen, and hope like crazy my husband doesn’t run away with her (because I can’t stop him from becoming smitten if I can’t stop myself, right? Wouldn’t be fair.), and to try so, so hard not to ruin our chances of a healthy retirement with overspending on great yarn, and to get HELP with the little vest, and…. just to soak it all up.
Tomorrow we start the drive, stopping along the way to gather IKEA goodies and to visit my old house in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin.
Well. I can’t believe it. The time has come. Here I go.