Well, we finally did it. We finally, after all these years of talking about it, made the trip to Rhinebeck. It was just amazing. We were supposed to head up to our campground Friday night, but we had torrential rains here and they were headed for up there, so we opted to head out saturday morning instead. We arrived at the camp around 11, set up and headed over to the Fest. Can I just say, overwhelming. From the amount of people there to the amount of things to see. I was clearly overwhelmed and luckily so, because I could have really loaded up on a lot but came home with this…….
Which I’m totally happy and satisfied about. There are two skeins of STR (yes, I do have to see the colors before I buy, and there was a space in the crowd at The Fold…), a Skein of Skaska Designs Yak and Silk Laceweight (a tad smelly, but beautiful) and two skeins from Ancient Threads Farm and Fiber Mill – one sock weight, the other laceweight. The Mug and Silver Bracelet were from my DH for our Anniversary. I’ll get a better photo of the mug – it’s totally cute with a sheep on it. I seriously wanted to bring home an Angora rabbit – but I have to make sure what I think is a rabbit allergy is not an Angora allergy too. But I totally fell in love with one little bunnster, and really, it wouldn’t have taken much. Not much at all.
The weather was just wonderful. We spent a few hours at the Festival. I actually saw a lot of Ravelry/Bingoers there, but not many I recognized. I did garner my courage up and introduce myself to Jessalu – while DH was waiting to pay for my mug. It was great to meet you, Jess! And I did spy the Harlot a time or two surrounded by people. I was keeping my eyes peeled for a few other people, but totally missed them – and forgot to bring cell phone numbers I had before I left home! But I will be back – it was an awesome time and I’ll have to go next year with a plan in mind.
DH is very, very happy with his Cobblestone……………….Here he is posing and goofing it up for me at the campground.
What a joker. He sure knows how to work the lens, doesn’t he?