The winds came Sunday to rip the glow from the trees and send it swirling around the yard. The unrest on the other side of the windows takes a psychic toll on the spirits. The main furnace conked out again. The yarn and fiber I bought last weekend at Rhinebeck suddenly makes much more sense. The inner chill is chased by the handknits. Of course.
I ignored the seductive calls of many fibers. While there are those of you who would laugh at what I consider an epic stash, it is large for me. I bought carefully. Alpaca Kathy sent an admonition to me through Moth Heaven Julia:
Persimmon Tree roving, Mushroom colorway, 50% wool, 50% mohair
Persimmon Tree yarn, same mix, Potluck colorway
Foxfire Cormo/silk blend, for next-to-face wear
Sock yarn (Cormo/nylon) from Foxhill Farms)
The rovings were very hard to photograph. I suspect they are better served by posing on the bobbin at the appropriate time. A list (for the sake of honesty and completeness):
-Stefania Corriedale/silk dyed with Indigo and Osage. Everyone at the Marriott had a bump of this one.
-Tongue River Farms blends, both grey/silver, Icelandic/angora and Icelandic/silk.
-Dark grey Shetland bumps from Weston Hill Farms. I can't find a website for them. I really don't want you to know about their beautifully prepped fiber in natural colors. Nor should I tell you that Lorrie dragged me to their booth the instant we met in one of the first barns. She was brandishing THREE Shetland fleeces and crowing about what wonderful fleeces she had found. Despite my no-fleece vow, I whipped out my checkbook when I saw a wee Shetland lamb fleece, 1 pound 10 ounces, multigreys and creams. Lorrie is an extremely dangerous festival companion.
I came home to a neglected garden in full fall glory. I also found a husband who did not go feral during the three day wifely cavorting. He not only had organized two closets, he did not utter any discouraging words about more fiber flowing into the house.