Margo Lynn, whom she and I have known for twenty years plus, is the moderator of the online knitting group who made it all happen: she quietly suspended Afton for half a day without telling her, told everybody what our plan was and invited them to chip in a dollar or two if they so desired–and then deleted her note from the archives to make sure Afton wouldn’t see it and added her back in. Sneaky.
Margo Lynn collected the funds; I ordered the machine, nibs, book, and molds.
She lives in Connecticut. I live in California.
Today was the first day of Stitches West, and I was talking to some old friends near the entrance after lunch. Another woman walked in to my left and stopped.
And stayed stopped, so I wondered if we were in her way or if I was supposed to be recognizing her; she looked somewhat familiar, but after probably twenty-five years of going, everybody pretty much does, right?
She was grinning, and that grin was getting bigger. Then she held out her name badge because I wasn’t catching on.
And that is the first time I ever screamed at Stitches. MARGO LYNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We threw our arms around each other.
The convention center people told us we were blocking the doorway (which we weren’t really) and asked us to move along. I think that scream did them in.
I finally finally finally got to meet Margo Lynn in person! She is the BEST!