Guess who I got to meet? I shouldn’t say meet, ’cause I know the girl, and she was my friend way before we met yesterday, but I got to have dinner with Amy last night.
Look how adorable she is:
Amy has been special to me for years now. She was one of the first knit-bloggers I ever connected with, the first one to make me think about making my old blog into more of a knit-blog (and we see how that worked — one knitting comment a month or so, isn’t that right?), the first lesbian I knew who knitted. Honestly, I kinda thought I was the only one before that.
And last night, while in town on business, she drove up from San Jose to hang out with me. Honestly? I could have set up a Knit-Out in her honor, and perhaps I should have, but I was greedy. I wanted her all to myself. We had SO much to talk about.
She reminded me of an email I’d sent her a while back — she had been writing to me about her new girlfriend, Sandra, and how wonderful she was, and how big a love it was turning into. I wrote back something like, "That is SO great! But I’m not gonna do it. No dating for me, nope." I met Lala two weeks later. Yep. She quoted me to myself: "I met a banjo girl…."
And ladies? Her ring is GORGEOUS. I mean, it’s kind of ridiculous how perfectly it suits her, and I can tell Sandra suits her perfectly, too. I’m so happy for her, and I’m so happy that I got to spend the evening with her. We went to La Med on College (and I thought of all the mornings after running I’d spent there with Marama), and then back to my place, where Lala met us. We sat and talked until 12:30 without even realizing the time. Again, the only weirdness is how NOT weird it was. It’s odd that you can sit on a couch and laugh over Remember-Whens when you haven’t ever hugged each before that very night. But I’m here to tell you you can.
For those of you setting up new(ish) blogs and wondering how all these crazy connections happen? They happen like this. You pick the blogs that you love (I’ve noticed rings of friendships often happen with blogs that are about the same age) and you comment. You email. You think about those bloggers, and you keep them in your mind as you go about your day. For example, without looking at my calendar, I know that tomorrow is Maggi’s birthday, and I feel shame that her gift is still in my bag next to me, and not winging its way across the states right now, but I know she’ll love me anyway, even with my post-office phobia. And when I had a question about her gift, dearest Greta and Newly-Post-Office Savvy Ann helped me.
It takes energy and time, and none of us have enough of either, but what you can put out there will come back to you in some form. I promise. Evidenced here: Amy came to visit! Hoooray!
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