Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool is one of my favorite days of the year. Everyone I know, knows this. Jess isn’t available the third Sunday of October… ever. She’s at Rhinebeck, and she’s giddy. GIDDY!
This year I drove up by myself, after a night around the campfire… We’ll just say I didn’t leave as early as I wanted to. It happens. Everything was perfect… the weather, the people, and the crowd size. I spoke to vendors and the occasional fiber enthusiast that I may have bumped into. I got lunch from one of my favorite vendors at the fairground. I bought yarn, fiber, and combs. It was just a great day.
I wish I had more to show you this week. Last week was rough. We all ended up sick and the things that were supposed to get done… didn’t. I’m still catching up. I feel like I’m always trying to catch up. I guess that’s part of the whole process for me. Anyway, enjoy the photographs.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Here’s to a wonderful new year and lots of happiness and love… and cake. Cake makes everything a little more special. (My gluten free friends, try making this one. It’s delicious.)
Sometimes I’m like that shoemaker. You know, the one who has no shoes. The only difference is I have no hats… and I’m not a shoemaker. I’m a crocheter. It’s kind of the same. The weather has turned, and I need a hat. I’m cold. Apparently I’m so cold that all I did with this hat was play yarn chicken. Yarn chicken is when you may or may not have enough yarn to finish the section(s) that need to be finished. I won these rounds.
Just some photos from this past week…
Right. So I need to live on a farm. When I was little we lived with my Grandparents on their farm. We had chickens and apparently there was a pig in love with the horse. He used to break out of his pen daily and go hang out with the horse. That’s not weird. It’s awesome. I remember the smell of chickens, smashing my cousin’s finger under a rock, and fishing from the bridge that went over the stream. My Grandparents also had an outhouse (in addition to their indoor plumbing), and Grandpa taught my brother and I how to count in Irish. Yeah.