That Was Some Kind of Fun

Home today after two days of looking a a postcard of a painting, and knitting the colors into a swatch. A big swatch. I don't have the pictures on a disc yet, but I'm looking at the swatch now, and I like it a lot. Enough that I want to do this again. If you ever get the opportunity to take a workshop with Brandon Mably, don't hesitate. I would take the same one again. Since I have no pictures of the workshop yet, a little dish. There's always someone in one of these who I find particularly annoying. Like the woman at Stitches Midwest that ruined my class with Maureen Mason-Jamieson. That deserves its very own post. Today it was She Who Would Not Stop Talking. Then she decided she would take a photo of everyone with their knitting. Until she got to me and I growled "No!." First of all, this person does not know me. Why would she require a picture of me? Secondly, I look terrible in photographs. There's only one decent photo of me that exists, and I was about one year old. I have one of the Man and I together, that is now only the Man because I cut myself off. That's why there are no pictures of me on this blog, and all my garments are on hangers. So why on earth would I want a stranger to have a bad photo of me, so some time in the future she can wonder about that odd looking woman in the workshop. Obnoxious. So in lieu of workshop photos, here's my stand in, Piccolo, who almost always is photogenic.