Here I sit this morning, enjoying some of Manhattan’s fine caffeine and free wireless, pondering the happenings of the weekend, regretting my return to the real world, envying all these stylish New York women who breeze around elegantly in their wool coats and tall boots and brilliant handbags and wondering what sort of effort it takes to be a part of that, and thinking that I really need to come back to this part of the world more often. There are good friends, and good yarn shops, and – oh yes – the occasional nearby sheep and wool festival.
My weekend comrades were Rebecca as per usual, and Liz who joined us for her first Rhinebeck weekend ever. Last night we had quick catch up dinner and ice cream with Melanie, and over the Saturday of Rhinebeck I ran into lots of awesome people, many of whom I completely forgot to photograph, thanks to my consistent alternating state between very relaxed and very exhausted. I do know, however, that hugging Elspeth hello never gets old, that Elspeth’s posse is the best bunch ever to have post-wool-festival home made dinner with, that Bonne Marie and Jodi are wonderful to talk to in person, that Toronto knitters are everywhere and will always find each other (found Kim and Molly, below) and that I am quickly finding that while these wooly weekends are superficially about the knitting, they are actually mostly about the people. Can we do this again next month?
Because I think if you can find a group of people with whom you can deeply discuss and debate knitting technique and pattern construction, Jane Austen adaptations, the trashy allure of Twilight, current politics, DC and New York neighbourhoods, Almodovar’s films, whether or not your favourite actor is alternately smart as a tack or dumb as a brick, or possibly whether he is gay or straight, and then circle back around to knitting…I think that you are probably doing better than many other people, and I am so grateful for reminders of that.
Rhinebeck was pretty cool. (In more ways than one. Thank the dear sweet and fluffy lord I had my Ultra Alpaca Cassidy and podster mitts and slouchy beret as backup. Temps were a few degrees above freezing for most of Friday and Saturday.)
There was a lot of yarn (more on that tomorrow), there were friendly sheep and alpacas.
In fact, Ann (above; Annimol on Ravelry) even got one of the friendliest sheep’s fleeces and immediately trucked it off for processing. We felt how soft the sample lock was and promptly reeled in our jealousy. Because Ann is actually a very nice and reasonable person (why yes it IS reasonable to kiss your newfound fleece) and if you can go to Rhinebeck and get something like that for your very own, then more power to you, I say.
And then there was train time and knitting time, and dinner and ice cream and sitting time, and now it’s all over and I have to go back. The real world is harsh and cruel. I think there might be something to the whole “Imaginary Rhinebeck” weekend thing. That’s a visit I’d like to make any time.
May your Monday be as painless as possible, and may your knitting welcome you when you come home. Catch you next time!