My Summer, So Far (part 5)
Three days after the shooting at Lindsay's school, I hit the road (air?) again. For those keeping score, that's:
- A broken finger and my hand in a cast
- Massive sunburn from the Parking Lot
- Intense angst at leaving my family so soon after trauma
- My third teaching trip in as many weeks
- A book in progress, whose deadline I was ignoring every time I left home
Was I feeling my absolute, emotional and physical best? Perhaps no.
Did the fiber artists of Moscow, ID extend the warmest welcome I've ever heard of?
Heck Yeah:
The historic Kenworthy, where they let me speechify
Never, in my wildest imagination, would I have thought of having my name in lights on a real live movie marquee.
Maybe it went to my head a little, but after the initial nervousness of giving the speech was behind me, I really did feel like a rockstar. I had so much fun with the knitters in class, and made so many new friends. They have no idea how badly I needed to be with them that weekend (neither did I, until I got there).
Thank you so much, to Shelley Stone of the Yarn Underground, and all my fellow Palouse Fiber Arts Festival teachers and students. I am so delighted to be a part of your community.
All the Fiber Fest teachers
Visit Shelley HERE, and tell her I sent you!