There were no sheep, llamas or alpacas at Willow Books in Acton last night. There wasn’t any festival food or fiber booths or fleece tents. But there were bloggers galore and when Kathy declared that it was our Rhinebeck and that we had to make the most of it, she was right. So we did.
My friend Sharon (who is, sadly, blogless, but I’m thinking not for long) and I drove out together and met up with Kathy and Julie for dinner. We then headed to the bookstore and started seeing tons of bloggers, some we had met before, and some we were meeting for the first time. We also saw the one thing that Rhinebeck didn’t have that I’m willing to bet everyone missed the most. Our dear Steph.
This is Stephanie with Laurie. I was so excited to meet Laurie in person for the first time. Laurie, you rock!
The readings from Knit Lit the 3rd ranged from touching to hysterical and the line for the book signing was long. Steph braved her way through it (it just might have had something to do with the promise of beer with bloggers afterwards) and even made a snarky comment or two to the cranky man who kept telling us: move along, there’s no time for conversation and only generic signatures are available. Here’s a picture of Mr. Cranky Pants.
I think he’s counting up the money he’s making by selling all those copies of Stephanie’s books. Which you would think would have made him nicer to all those bloggers there to buy the books, but I digress.
And while Stephanie was signing, a large group of bloggers gathered to wait for her to finish so we could go get beer. There was Wendy, Kellee, Stitchy, Sandy, Laurie, Kathy, Julie, Chris, Ruth, Kristen, and, and, oh, if I left you out, I’m sorry and please leave me a comment so I can find you again.
And ya know what? This is the part that I think was just like Rhinebeck. Because it was all about friends and knitting and talking and laughing. We told our stories and shared our knitting triumphs and disasters. We ate (there was cake!) and drank and connected in ways that I’ve seen bloggers connect before. It should no longer surprise me and yet it still does. For example:
Linda Roghaar lived in the area of Maine where my mother’s family comes from.
Sandy and I were knitting socks from the very same colorway of Trekking.
Sharon and Stitchy have a shared interest in beekeeping.
Kathy and Kristen and I all went to women’s colleges.
I could go on with this but you guys all know exactly what I’m talking about. Meeting other bloggers might not be why any of us started blogging but, for me at least, it’s turned out to be coolest benefit of the whole blogging thing. We called Cassie and we talked about calling Margene but, alas, no one had her number. If you weren’t there, you can rest assured that you were missed.
It may not have been Rhinebeck but it was good enough for me.