As I approached the counter at a very chic boutique, I felt like I knew the sales associate. While we were chatting, I said, “I feel like I know you!” After naming off some possibilities, I realized that she was a knottie.
So I announced, “You used Kevin Weinstein Photography! I’ve seen all your wedding pictures. He’s my photographer. You’re knottie HNN!! I saw you in the Chicago issue of the Knot magazine! Your wedding was beautiful.”
And then, I felt like her stalker!
Luckily, HNN was in good spirits. She was very excited that I was using the same photographer and thanked me for the compliments.
The lovely HNN
Has anyone else ever ran into a knottie?