I have a Sonata. She has a Ladybug. Only 17% of you know what I’m talking about.

This evening I found myself at Barnes and Noble purchasing two magazines. (Titles are not important.) ((Wait. What magazines do you THINK I was purchasing?)) Anyway, the woman working the register complimented me on my mitts. I asked her if she knits.

She knits, she spins, and she used to work at a yarn store. I absolutely LOVE meeting fiber studs in random places.

It has been a long day.

I made turkey tetrazzini for my carnivorous family.

I worked through two freelance chapters.

I gave spelling tests to first graders.

I went to physical therapy, where I learned that it hurts like hell (if hell hurts, and I believe it does) to walk backwards up a hill. ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

11 thoughts on “I have a Sonata. She has a Ladybug. Only 17% of you know what I’m talking about.”

  1. I have an Ashford. And also love running into People Like Me in unexpected places … recently I had a lovely chat about sock knitting and Ravelry with a nurse who works at the hospital where I was spending the night.

  2. Yaaay, I’m one of the 17% despite not having one at all. Hubby is the one with his eye on Lendrum for Christmas. Can’t wait to tell him when he gets home from work that he’s a ‘fiber stud’. Can I be one too if I just knit/crochet the finished product?

  3. And, by way of commenting on all that, I’ve got…nothing.

    But, great going on the BlahBlahPoMo thing, Angie! Yessiree, you’re doing great (Rah!Rah!) Keep ’em comin’, Kiddo :-)

  4. I loved spelling tests when I was younger–I always did well and there was a right answer and a wrong answer. That made me feel good.

    (I am not one of those 17%. I thought you were talking about a car with a cute ladybug on the dashboard.)

    (a magazine about spinning, and a vegan/vegetarian mag, or maybe one about couch to 5k)

  5. Walking backwards is a major form of exercise for older women in China, and the hardcore ones walk backwards up the ramps in the Temple of Heaven park in Beijing. I would be on the ground clutching my sprained ankle.

  6. Late to the party, playing catch up, but..
    I know where you were and who you were talking too, used to work with that crazy chick.

    Say wha!? <–don't know where that came from

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