First, I met Caps through our blogs and Ravelry. Oh and she is a way better knitter than I am! Not to mention the girl kicks Martha Stewart ass when it comes to getting the Christmas decorations done, cards mailed, presents knitted (yes, I said knitted), crafty decorations made and her own personal four disk set of rockin' Christmas carols. Me? Yeah, not so much. If you get your card before Valentine's Day, think of it as my way of extending the holidays just a little bit longer.
Anyway, after many moons of blog-talking and my joyful winning of a personal copy of the said four disk Christmas set, Caps and I thought it would be great to meet IRL. Being that we are both residing in the same town and all.
First off, you all, it's kind of weird to meet some one you know, but don't know, but want to know, but are afraid they won't like you, but don't really know. And what if you don't like them? And what if they are really just a front for some psycho-cyber-stalking ring that withholds Ho-ho's and xanax from unsuspecting first year teachers?? And did I mention, I was REALLY afraid she wouldn't like me?
I mean, it's kind of like a blind date that your mutual friend sets you up on. And has told you all the details about the person, but forgets to mention the really important things...like the name. True story, I didn't know Caps' name!! I only knew her as Cappydoodles!! (Which makes for an odd moment when you first meet.)
Well, it turns out that Caps is way too cute and cool. (And I don't think she would ever withhold any Ho-ho's or Xans, thank GAWD!!) We chatted, knitted, and ogled yarn. She told me where she was from and I told her about my mouse adventures in Houston. Turns out Caps has a handbag problem as well. I KNEW I would like this girl! Although we were good and didn't buy any new knitting bags, or yarn. (Damn you, Budget!!) She did try to convince me that knitting socks was easy, but I am not too sure...
So, how did it go, you might ask? Did she like me? I think so and I made her blog for the day! That must be a good sign. Ms. Tastrophie has to say that she has never been that confident when she meets people for the first time. Honestly, I talk a blue streak out of nerves and people have been known to gnaw their own arms off in order to escape. Me? Did I like her? Oh Hell Yeah!! She knits, she decorates, she makes jello-shots in actual syringes. What could you not like?!?! (Cappydoodles ~ can't wait for the next time! I have to try that jello-shot idea.)
Now, all I have to do is meet:
... And many more (but it's late and I need to BS my way through another lesson plan.)