After experiencing empirical evidence (once again) of the failing combination of Air Canada/Newark Airport, I am home after some delay but did at the very least use my time on flight delays to snag some photos off of my camera! At home now, in between gulps sips of vodka cold straight vodka a refreshing beverage I am pleased to be able to share some photos from the weekend highlights as I count down the minutes until I can pour myself into a pre-bedtime bubble bath reminisce fondly over some of the bits of weekend fun that did indeed happen before Air Canada decided to screw over their computer system, me, and goodness knows how many other passengers.
For lo, I am returned from Rhinebeck, and yea verily, there were good things and good people to be found there.
I found Lisa from Toronto buying Socks That Rock, which I also did and am happily admiring the wares. (However, note to The Fold: dudes, three words: Cash Only Checkout. Would speed things up by half if those of us with cash could hand it over and dash out again).
I found Emily from Toronto buying Briar Rose (she was also making a good demonstration of the Buy Yarn in Colours You Are Wearing Principle, which Rebecca and I also put to good effect over the weekend)
I found Franklin, signing his new book (which got me through some good bedtime reading and a few rough moments in airports today, just sayin). I told him he was #3 on my list of Things I Must Get To at Rhinebeck, and he said he was flattered to make the Top 5. Franklin, you are Top 5 in my book any day.
In the process I also found other knitters waiting to see Franklin, reading and enjoying the book while waiting:
I found Elspeth from New York, who is indeed as wry as her moniker suggests. We tried the whole “take a fun photo of yourself and the fun people you meet” photo thing. It was off-centre but good. She tried to tell me the wool fingering weight I got at A Touch of Twist was too rough and that I’d have to end up sending the finished mittens to her, but I suspect she is not to be completely trusted.
Elspeth comes with a posse. (I suspect also that if she did not come with one, she would create one as she went.)
I found Robyn from Montreal and her band of family and friends and (momentarily asleep) young’un. She was doing quite well considering she had just discovered an hour before this photo that she had lost her credit card.
I split half of the very last baked potato to be found on the Saturday:
I observed Rebecca and Melanie making important yarn selection decisions at Sliver Moon. I didn’t buy anything there though until the 3rd visit anyway.
Rebecca and I admired each others’ finished Rhinebeck sweaters:
We all observed a lot of yarn:
And my finished Cabled Swing Cardi came through with flying colours, with perfect sweater-wearing weather all weekend long.
Next post: More from New York, and more from my newfound stash acquisitions. I’m off to put the feet up and find the bath bubbles.