"It was the best of times, it was the worst of
times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was
the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season
of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it
was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing
before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the
other way." --Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Maybe I'm an emotional lightweight. The larger fiber festivals pull me back and forth, up and down. I was exhausted, wrung out, at the end of each day. So many mini-decisions, so many temptations to balance and weigh. Two vendors suggested that Rhinebeck has become Marylandized. The numbers of people trying to cram into small booths, into crowded narrow passages, carrying stuffed large bags, puffy fleeces...aren't you nodding your head by now?
It was a good festival. Each one is different in obvious ways: vendors, size, people. Each one has become different in more subtle ways. Our fiber community has grown. There are more bloggers. Ravelry provides an overlap between bloggers and nonbloggers. It's a HUGE group now. The fiber festivals absorb all that fiberlust and passion. However, the venues have not expanded, and the hand-dyers can only dye so much yarn and roving for each festival. It's a recipe for craziness. Communities (like cities) expand, fragment into suburbs, groups coagulate by interests, age, proximity, affinity. All groups follow the same dynamics, which is why Rhinebeck feels so fragmented to me now.
I had a wonderful weekend. Seeing Our People was the best part, as echoed by other knitbloggers. I bought sparingly. The linkfest has been done by now by others.
My camera appeared to have lost its bifocals. Two shots that didn't suck - Michelle knitting in the lobby of the Marriott, and Cheryl spinning on Kim's new Norm Hall Norwegian wheel:
I bought small amounts of roving and top from Carolina Homespun, Frelsi Farms, Weston Hill Farms, Persimmon Tree Farms, and Spirit Trails.
Three skeins of yarn made it past the Overloaded Stash Filters. My first Brooks Farm yarn, 100% wool with no mo, much more purple in person than my camera allows:
This will become house and slipper socks.
A booth in Barn A, across the aisle and down from Skaska, seduced with angora 80%, merino 20% softness. This will become mittlets.
The last skein to show you is my Rhinebeck coup. It is Yarn Art. It is Yarn Seduction. Those Briar Rose folks really know how to dye their merino 50%, tencel 50%. I initially thought it would be a good Clapotis yarn, but I love it to distraction, and may find more magnificent paths for it. Nothing my camera did to it could express its ethereal beauty. 1000 yards of laceweight s3x.
I came home to a reglued household (that which had been broken was now fixed). There were no pizza boxes in evidence. I did find a dead soldier in the form of an empty wine bottle. One must not begrudge those whom one has left behind. And I did not tell him of the magnificence of the pomegranite martini.
I did manage to knit with abandon, with a touch of recklessness added to the mix. No one told me HOW LONG each row of 300 stitches on a lengthwise scarf would take.
It's all good.
Great to see you this weekend!
Posted by: claudia | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 08:28 PM
It was wonderful as always to see you this weekend! The Briar Rose yarns are so beautiful!
Posted by: Kim | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 08:31 PM
A Long. Freaking. Time. is the answer to that question.
I'm so glad I got to hug you. I wish that we had more time to see each other!
Posted by: Lee Ann | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 08:32 PM
I do so agree with you on Briar Rose. Love them. Absolutely love them.
And, of course, I love the seeing people. It's what makes it worthwhile.
Posted by: Mel | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 08:38 PM
Oh, I missed you guys! (Not Rhinebeck, though!) A stomach bug Saturday night put an end to my thoughts of trekking up on Sunday. Maybe next year....if they get some good classes and I can find someone to keep me company!
Posted by: Marcia Cooke | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 08:49 PM
It was so much fun! I'm watching the Red Sox now and it's just not the same without you.
Posted by: Carole | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 09:00 PM
Briar Rose Yarns.. sigh.
"Marylandized".. a new descriptor. yet we all knew exactly what you meant :-)
Posted by: Teyani | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 09:01 PM
it was great seeing you this weekend and you have perfectly expressed how Rhinebeck has changed
Posted by: ann | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 09:20 PM
I'm watching the Sox too! There oughta be a chat room or something. I even have beer, and it's not nearly the same
I see no other way to verify this "Marylandized" theory than to simply go to Maryland and see for myself. If I go to Boston first, can we stop at Webs on the way? Ha!
Posted by: Michelle | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 09:28 PM
I'm so glad I witnessed your Rhinebeck coup. :-) Makes up for all the other stuff I missed... that festival is just too big, I think. I missed so much... and so many people I wanted to see.
Posted by: Beth S. | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 09:31 PM
I'm coveting the Weston Hill Farms roving I got. And I can't begin to tell you how fun it was to finally meet you!
Posted by: susan | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 10:03 PM
How did I miss Briar Rose?? That skein is just gorgeous! And, again, I'm sorry we didn't manage to meet this year!!
Posted by: --Deb | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 10:15 PM
Oh yeah, I saw that Briar Rose stuff. Magic, eh?
I know what you mean about the craziness. At one point on Sat afternoon I suddenly realized that I had fought my way into one too many booths. I hope that Rhinebeck doesn't drown from its own popularity.
Posted by: colleen | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 10:28 PM
I went back to Weston Hill Farms on Sunday, but, alas, too late. Next year.
Posted by: Kathy | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 11:07 PM
What, no cashmere? ;o) You have some beautiful acquisitions! So glad I could see you for a few.
Posted by: JessaLu | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 11:39 PM
Those of us who can't do Rhinebeck sit at home and order on line. It's not the same. It's good that the community has grown, strength in numbers and all that, even if does have some disadvantages.
Posted by: Caroline M | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 02:08 AM
I'm sorry I missed you yesterday. (I had Car Issues, all better now.) I must fondle that yarn.
As Carole said, wish I could have shared another bottle of most excellent Chateau Bequette with you.
Posted by: Lucia | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 07:14 AM
Fragmented is a good word. I had a wonderful time this weekend and I think Rhinebeck is such a great experience. But I think there's something to be said for the smaller festivals too, like Cummington and CT. Especially the way we do them: with food, and shopping, and lots of time to sit around and laugh because we've already shopped all the vendors.
Posted by: Cheryl | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 07:42 AM
And to think all I bought at Briar Rose was some buttons ....
Posted by: Ruth | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 08:01 AM
What a great way to put it! Rhinebeck DEFINITELY felt fragmented this time around. I'm becoming more and more nostalgic for three years - in my opinion - the perfect festival.
I loved seeing you though. A Laurie hug and that rub on the back is always a highlight for me. ALWAYS! Thank you!
Posted by: Cara | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 08:38 AM
PS - Start working on that NJ license. I'm not kidding about the epidural! ;-)
Posted by: Cara | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 08:38 AM
Ooo, I can't wait for my Laurie hug next winter. ;-)
You did a very fine job of shopping and your yarns are truly elegant and unique.
If you were knitting the scarf along the short edge you might have a feeling of accomplishment at the end of each row...but it would take many, many, many rows to make the scarf. This way you have fewer rows and a bigger sense of accomplishment at the end of each. Ok, so maybe that doesn't help...but it is the process. ;-)
Posted by: margene | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 10:12 AM
I was so glad for the brief minutes we had to chat. I miss you! Come visit, please. :) We have alpaca farms... ;)
Posted by: elisa | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 12:14 PM
It was so wonderful to finally meet you in person. You're even better in person than you are on your blog. ;)
Posted by: regina | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 01:01 PM
So happy I saw you for a real while on Sunday. I was slightly less restrained. Cough.
It was fragmented, but still excellent. Excellent to hug you.
Posted by: Juno | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 01:32 PM
Wow, my first Rhinebeck! It was a bit overwhelming. Not the fiber (though there was so much to choose from!) but the people. I would have liked to talk to each and every one of Our People for lots longer. But the whirlwind can feed a different need than the private conversations ...
Posted by: Danielle | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 02:07 PM
i'm guessing the laceweight was your most excited yarn moment of the weekend? it's absolutely beautiful. so great to have met you and enjoyed the red sox game with you and the crew. cheers!
Posted by: heather | Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 04:33 PM
Part of what has Marylandized Rhinebeck is that they're selling it as a family fun event and letting all those muggles in to crowd our spaces! I saw one greasy, semi-toothless guy (definitely a muggle) go all nuts at a ballwinder. Oy.
But it _is_ still all good, isn't it? :D
Posted by: Marcy | Friday, October 26, 2007 at 08:44 AM
Rhinebeck was very different this year- something seemed out of place though I had a wonderful time. Still trying to sort it out on re-entry. Yes, it was fragmented and whirlwindish too. Time seemed to evaporate into thin air. Wishing I had more time to visit.
Posted by: Manise | Friday, October 26, 2007 at 09:09 AM
Sounds pretty wonderful, though I completely get what you mean about feeling wrung out. Its prob. one of the reasons I don't break my back to get to the bigger events, as wonderful as a time I know I'll have I just get so drained, even after smallish ones.
Can't wait to see what your reckless abandon produced.
Posted by: PumpkinMama | Saturday, October 27, 2007 at 06:57 AM
Yeah. Exactly. Me too. Here it is, the Saturday after Rhinebeck, and I still haven't adjusted to real life again. I just want to play with fiber forever. And fiber friends, too!
Posted by: Lynn | Saturday, October 27, 2007 at 08:27 PM
Your post captures perfectly the new Rhinebeck experience. In some ways better, but I do always leave these things wishing I'd had more time to spend with more people. I keep telling people that you were my next-door-room-neighbor and I only saw you for literally 60 seconds the entire weekend. How can that be? And so many others I didn't get to see....
Thankfully, power-shopping was not my desire, because if I'd had to fight those booth crowds, I might have gone psycho!
Posted by: Norma | Sunday, October 28, 2007 at 10:14 AM
That Briar Rose yarn is so, so gorgeous. Mmmmm.
Posted by: kmkat | Sunday, October 28, 2007 at 12:44 PM
Jealous, and pondering how to liberate that Briar Rose hank from your stash...
Posted by: Sylvia | Monday, October 29, 2007 at 02:36 AM