The winterly gathering of fiber people happens at the end of February. Freeport opens its chilly arms and hugs us for three days. I have only stayed at the Hilton. There can be no better welcome than their excellent customer service, unflagging good spirits, and customized welcome letter.
The usual suspects gathered. I knit. I laughed. I ate. I admired hand knits.
Most of my s0-called damage happened at Ball and Skein, Judy's booth. The purchases were, indeed, project driven. (I am about to cast on a cowl.) In the admiring of hand knits category, one woman caught our attention when she came to cruise Judy's exquisite yarn offerings.
Hollyk was wearing an amazing, fashionable sweater that would fit anywhere in any season. Of course, we inquired. What pattern? Of course, she devised the pattern 20 years ago, and had never written it down. She mused that might be a nice thing to do, since she was now designing and publishing patterns.
As both a shout-out, and an encouragement to get that pattern up on Ravelry, because both Judy and I want to knit that sweater, I bring Hollyk to the blog! She is holding this pattern.
Spa always passes far too quickly.
We are hunkering down at home today. There is a corned beef, pot roast to be made, wine to be chosen, and a generator on stand-by. I have shovels, salt, and a snowblower.
One of my colleagues asked me last night if I was ready for the storm. My list (above) also included that as long as a tree didn't fall on my house, we would be fine. He thought the bar was set low enough that I had an excellent chance to be happy. And I said, "Yes. I like snow."
Maybe I am becoming less superstitious.