Many SOAR'd this weekend. I Stitched. It was my first.
When the extravaganza moved to Connecticut last year, I said no. Post-Rhinebeck, new yarn was coals to Newcastle. I kicked myself the whole year. Some of the Stitches exhibitors don't do the northeast fiber festival circuit. I went to go see what it was all about.
I climbed back up on my faithful EtherSteed, and trotted off to Hartford. Stitches East was an distinctly different entity. I saw no bloggers. No Ravelry pins decorated any visible chest parts. The crowd was older. No spindles peeked out of bags. The Sanguine Gryphon had no lines AND yarn was abundant in her booth. (I was there on the third open market day, and Bugga hung waiting.)
Kits were prominently featured. I found Carol Sunday's (Sunday Knits) booth early, and bought Night Birds. Her yarns are lush. The colors are bright and soft at the same time.
I arrived with no agenda, and wandered the aisles. Roaming took me to String Theory, Isager, The Mannings, Signature Needles, Black Water Abbey, Debra's Garden, YarnBarn of Kansas. I met Lisa Souza.
Go meet Lisa (and husband Rod) if you ever have the chance. Buy her fiber. Buy her yarn. Her colors and fibers are beautiful. So is she. We are gifted with being on the planet at the same time she is. Make sure you take advantage of that coincidence at least once in your fiber-life.
I owe you Rhinebeck basket pictures. In progress, followed by completed. The basket bellies out when I had not enough control over the process. It nips in when I overcompensated with too much control. Then the cylinder shape straight up to the top finishes the learning curve.
Glory Days (BFL), Sea Pearl (addiction status), and Isabel (new laceweight) came home with me from Rhinebeck. I would almost hesitate to show you this yarn pulchritude, but I know nothing will stem the tide of knitters flooding her booth.
Last night was an adults' Halloween party at a friend's house. I wore my Stetson, and an ancient pearl button workshirt stained with holes from a lab hydrochloric acid spatter. (It's a wonder we all survived back before OSHA.)
I videoed her guest lav. It hung there until a sudden noise activated it. I had been warned, otherwise I would have lost a year off my life. Happy Halloween!