I managed to get myself to the NY Sheep and Wool festival this year – and it was pretty munch perfect.
Nana took the girls so I could have a restorative, grown up, weekend with fiber people. (if by “grown up” you understand that I ate pizza for dinner two nights in a row, pop tarts for breakfast two mornings in a row, and I was a role model for NO ONE.)
The sheep (and goats, and llamas, and alpacas) were adorable.
(that’s an angora goat, they grow mohair fiber. But I’m pretty sure it’s actually a Muppet come to life)
The fleece fumes were so powerful that I picked up a turkish spindle and some fiber, even though fiber was the ONE THING I wasn’t supposed to buy last weekend)
I regret nothing.
There was also an unexpected sweater quantity of yarn. (also an unplanned purchase)
And its enough for a colorwork sweater, no less.
But I didn’t get one of these:
No thanks, I don’t need to ask. I’m pretty sure this sign tells me everything I need to know.
I did drop my new spindle, twice, and from fairly high up in the train station:
Luckily it’s made of wood.
Rhinebeck is full of amazing knitterly people; old friends, and friends I just haven’t met yet. So thank you all for just being you.
(and no, I didn’t finish my Rhinebeck hat in time)