There's a little loot
I caught Sylvia's eye as I passed the Rip Rap Meadows yarn booth on Sunday. I went back and chatted with her while then she signed my copy of Sylvia's Farm, the book I bought. ; )
I wore my Flared Lace Smoke Ring on both days of the festival -- I even wore it with Fib on Sunday, even though the two hardly match. I absolutely love that thing and will wear it to death if I don't make another something like it. When I found the pattern for the Beaded Smoke Ring, I snatched it up (though I will almost certainly omit the beads) and would like to have all three smoke ring patterns in my collection at some point.
I bought a lucet made of curly cherry. I like to think that I will use it, but Ann's skepticism (you should have seen the look she threw me every time I mentioned it) may hit closer to the mark. And you know what? I'm okay with that. Making cord with this tool will be as tedious as making cord any other frickin' way, but it's a cool tool and I like cool tools and maybe that's why I bought it. Yeah, that's it.
It took me a while to decide on something at the Morehouse Farms booth. In most instances of overwhelming choice and indecision, I walk away with nothing; this time, I managed a hank of Merino Lace, 660 yards of fingering weight for which I now need to find a purpose. That shouldn't be too difficult, though, nor should it take very long -- those colors want to be worn.
I was right behind Kim on Sunday, purchasing a Cashmere Lace Scarf Kit from Marilyn Merbach and Rabbit Tree Farm. I'd squeezed in and out of that booth on Saturday, but had only noticed the small collars and baby hats -- I totally missed the larger shawls and scarves. I like those small shawls and when Kim told me that she was buying it because she'd been admiring Diane's all weekend, I had to. I'll have happy memories of Rhinebeck and meeting both of Kim & Di while I knit and wear that little shawl.
Among my more aromatic purchases is the Muscle Wrap made by Susan Borger -- flaxseed and dried lavender sewn up in a 100% linen casing for which I will knit my own sleeve. (Yes, I will.) Oh, it smells so good!
Finally, it's Brooks Farm "Acero," 60% superwash wool, 20% silk, 20% viscose. I could have bought several hanks of that stuff, let me tell you -- gorgeous colors. As it is, I had no definite purpose when I bought this, but I now know that it will become the aforementioned Smoke Ring.
Briar Rose Fibers is where the overwhelming choice and indecision netted me absolutely nothing. What I'd really liked to have done is backed up a trailer and taken it all home. OMG, the colors. My next major project, after the next ones... so, the next, next, NEXT major project... is going to be made of Briar Rose Fibers. I'm thinkin' full out sweater. Yum.
Thankfully, I also have a soundtrack for the weekend, thanks to Cara. I've written before about music and memory and thoughts and feelings and, well, it was Bruce and Rick James singing me to work this morning, C+C Music Factory softening my mood at the WW news tonight (hm, yeah, I think the heartburn all weekend -- the special trip for Tums -- was a real big clue -- the food was definitely the "too much" from yesterday's post).
OMG, the laughing and singing. I had such a great time with Cara and Ann. They're both razor sharp and wicked funny. Ann's a great cook (and Boar -- Boar is, too!) and hostess and I loved her house and wonderful family. It was great to see Peggy again, and to meet Ricki.
And so many blogger/knitterly people. The evening get-togethers in the lobby were so fun -- absolutely perfect for an elephant-eared people watcher like me. ; ) Carole, Norma, Sandy, Kathy, Laurie, Theresa, Stephanie, Julia, Cassie, Juno, Margene, Melanie, Elise, Kellee, Cheryl, Alison, Kate, Colleen, Claudia, Risa, Anne, Nancy, Katy... Every few minutes, another person's name or face flies into my head. Like many others, I really wish that I'd taken more pictures. I put up an album in the sidebar with what I've got. ; )
It's going to be a hard week -- I've still got the New York Groove, man. I've got it bad.
Next up, the state of my knitting. There's good news and maybe not-so-good news.