What Rhinebeck 2016 Taught Me About Combs and Trimming Bunnies

What Rhinebeck 2016 Taught Me About Combs and Trimming Bunnies

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.

Behind the Scenes {Nine}

Behind the Scenes {Nine}

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.

My Farm Dream

My Farm Dream

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.