It's not that I don't THINK about posting.
Todd Rundgren did "Hello, it's me" in 1967 when he was with Nazz. The Google and the Youtube do a good job of resurrection, and lack of redemption. His 1960's era recording is what I remember when I was still cutting milk teeth. Unselfconscious, rebellious, serious (why??) and of-the-era, one has to ache with the nostalgia of what is long past. Youtube uncovered a more recent David Letterman performance. I SO wish I had not clicked. He is now orchestrated, using the entertainer style of performing that comes across only as smarmy and overproduced. His gestures are unconscious Tom Jones. This is what a rock icon becomes if care is not exercised. I will link, and wince. Wikipedia, of course, tells the historical tale.
This one is the real deal. (Do click on this link and DON'T click on the prior link.)
Rhinebeck 2009 was one of the best ever. It started Friday morning at 4:15am when I backed out of the garage into a plastic garbage can. I was staring in disbelief at precipitation that looked suspiciously like snow.
The snowstorm lasted through the dark hours before dawn, through Massachusetts, until just before New York State. I was in a space capsule, hurtling past shadows of orange and yellow forests. Trucks dominated the traffic. My headlights struggled to keep up with my speed. I slowed, thinking deer, even before I saw three feeding on a rock above the road, well into the Berkshires.
8:01am saw me parked near Building A. Basketmaking! Wendy Jensen! My class was great good fun. I want to make baskets now. The day was spent on a Rattan Death March. I could not believe that we would finish the knitting basket project by the end of the day. Those who had weaving experience in the class were ahead of me. Wendy had all the materials, tools, and patience that I needed to complete The Most Beautiful Basket In The World. I'm not sure my hands will survive this latest crafting passion. I want more.
My friends were indulgent. I carried it throughout Friday evening. "Look! I made this!" "HEY! LOOK! I MADE THIS!" The basket sat on the banquet arm of our seat at the Eveready Diner, on display for all to see how clever I can be.
Okay. I'll stop now.
Saturday was cold, but it was warm with our people. So.many.of.our.tribe. I did not get to spend enough time. But that is our fiber festival lot in life. I am not complaining.
Briar Rose was first. The irony of waiting in line for her to open so that I would not have to wait in line to get into the booth is not lost on me. I came away with the Knitspot Aztec Mazes pattern, a hank of alpaca/merino/silk yarn, SeaPearl merino/tencel yarn, and more lovely BFL to spin. I think a bit of Cormo sneaked aboard, also.
Brooks Farm had what I needed. Solana and FourPlay, accessory-sized purchases, so soft, came home with me. My trainer had asked for a hat, pointed to a picture of his bootcamp ad, and requested a sunrise color. (Bootcamp starts at 6:30am. No, I don't participate - work gets in the way. Thank goodness.)
Jennifer. Spirit Trail. Is there any way to resist this booth? So much sumptuous color, rich and deep and stirring something atavistic in my soul that I cannot identify. Good. If I could figure out what it was, I might understand how to resist it. Two skeins of laceweight silk, and one skein of her new merino/cashmere/silk yarn (Sunna) came home.
That was it for Saturday. Mr. Etherknitter snorted over the phone that evening, and asked what was wrong with me. "Not enough," he enabled.
Claudia, Sil and Norma have already detailed our CIA Escoffier dinner. I had a braised chicken stew that fit the cold evening perfectly. The waiter endured the humor of his pack of cougars with charm and sangfroid.
I am not formally posting in NaBloPoMo, unless it becomes inescapably true. I will try to not aspire to perfection, and just post more often.
I do have some FOs, including the shawl of which you saw a hint. The one year that I succeed in having something done at the same time that Rhinebeck occurs, the weather does not cooperate.
Last night, the veil between the our world, and the spirit world, was weakened. Halloween sprites roamed the countryside, demanding bounty. (Who knew that the Sour Pack would be more popular than chocolate?) The winds shredded the veil, sending battalions of leaves and acorns across the lawns. Rain sent the creatures back to their world, scouring the night's mischief clean.
November 1. The end of fall. Russets, golds, browns, an occasional yellow contrast. Nothing lasts forever. Brown and grey and white will soon rule our world. I am knitting strong, I am knitting happy. I'll show you soon.