Is that weird?

I experienced this weird intersection of the bloggy world and the other world on the week-end.


I read the Yarn Harlot every time I'm on the computer. It is primarily a knitting blog but she talks about lots of other things. I seem to know a lot about her but she is, of course, a complete stranger. And the fact that I know all this stuff about her doesn't seem to be creepily inappropriate in the blog-reading world. I know that she has 3 daughters, one is in Australia, one is starting university and the third is in grade 10; I know she knit a gray garter stitch afghan for her brother-in-law's wedding and it bored her to death; I know she has a husband named Joe and he works in the music industry; I know she is a spinner and tries to spin on Tuesdays; I know the names of her friends; I know that she is currently knitting mittens; I know that she is a mad Battlestar Galactica fan; I know that she knit a pair of socks that had little vipers in the pattern in commemeration of the final episode of Battlestar Galactica.


I was at a knitter's fair on Saturday. I don't go every year to it because it always costs money but I was in the mood to look at some new things. This one is apparently one of larger ones with over 70 vendors so there is something for everybody. Of course, it was packed when I got there about 11. I have since learned that if you don't want to do 3 circuits of the parking lot looking for a space, then you go later, like after lunch. As I wandered around, trying to avoid the old ladies with their wheelie walkers taking up the whole booth or the men who were obviously non-knitters but got dragged along and then proceeded to get in the way, I did manage to find some lovely stuff.


I bought some nice alpaca to make a flappy hat for myself. I've never worked with alpaca so I'm looking forward to that. I bought a pattern for thrummed slippers and the alpaca thrum to go with it for Himself and the wool to make a longshoreman's cap for Himself (it still smells sheepy). I saw some beautiful wool for shawls that I resisted and more sock wool that I also resisted. And I saw lots of interesting patterns. There was one that jumped right out at me.


And here we arrive, finally, at the intersection of Bloggy world and Other world. There, on a rack in its nice protective plastic sheet in full living colour, was that pattern for the Viper socks that the Yarn Harlot had made! Whoa, I thought, how weird is that. Maybe it isn't that weird but it threw me for a moment.