Weekend-long festivals defy description. Words can never capture how refreshing and rejuvenating a weekend of simply immersing oneself in fiber and fiber-lovers is. Worse, I didn’t take a single picture this year that I could share with you instead.
I did wear Ayana on Saturday, and a new cardigan I’m calling Seamair on Sunday (reveal soon!), and got lots of lovely compliments on both (which always makes my day). I saw lots of gorgeous knitwear, the weather was perfect, and I had lots of opportunity to chat with wonderful friends I don’t get to see that often. I probably missed more people than I met up with.
I did some knitting, starting two new designs without once thinking of Vestvember. Vestvember, in time for which I hoped (hope?) to have a vest pattern written up. Guess I should get on that.
I did not buy any new yarn. In addition to my overflowing stash, I am saving my pennies for a laptop that will let me do my design work without necessarily kicking the husband off of our home’s only computer. Every time I crossed paths with some cashmere, I only had to think about how wonderful it will be when we can both use a computer at the same time.
(Well, in the interest of full disclosure, the Spirit Trail Fiberworks booth required some seriously stern admonitions before I avoided dropping $200 on a sweater’s worth of cashmere-merino-silk blend. Ahem.)
And like most folks, I’ve felt a little aimless and lost this week. Dreaming of a chance to spend more time with such wonderful people, discussing one of my very favorite things to do. ‘Till next year, Rhinebeck! You were awesome.