I can't believe that last week at this time...

Saturday, October 25, 2008 by Marianne | 2 Comments

…I was getting ready to go to the first day of RHINEBECK!  This week, though short, has been awfully long.

My motto this year – go big or go home.  See, I went to Rhinebeck after having been on a yarn diet since SPA in February.  I have a big stash and I’m a slow knitter so I need to knit before I buy.  I know that yarn diets are supposed to be these terrible things, but mine wasn’t too bad – I honestly wasn’t tempted much during the last eight months and only broke the diet twice – once to buy some alpaca in March and once, just a few weeks ago, to buy some Malabrigo lace.  I didn’t feel “bad” about either of these purchases or about breaking my diet – I am not the type of person who places value judgements on things like shopping – I pay my bills, I save, I’m not particularly spendthrift so if I have the money and I want something, well, I buy it.

That was where I was at when I headed out to NY for the weekend – I had a nice amount of money to spend (my savings at work!) but nothing I really needed to buy.  So I decided that I was just going to buy something really fancy – something I probably wouldn’t buy on a regular trip to my LYS.  Maybe some cashmere, maybe some silk, maybe some qiviuk…  Guess what won?

Yes, the qiviuk!  I love it and can’t wait to start knitting with it!  I’ve been knitting like a fiend on my current WIP because I want to finish. it. up. and move on to the fancy.  I have 654 yards and I think it’ll become a longer Alhambra.

The festival was, as always, a lovely time filled with good friends, gorgeous yarn,

cute animals,

lots of good food and beer – but, alas, I did not get a picture of the best food of all – maple cotton candy,

Our outrageous breakfast at the Eveready Diner.

Beer + Baby Knits = How we roll.

a fun Ravelry party (with even more beer!),

We have a winner!

and that blissed out feeling that only a good sheep and wool festival can provide.

The only dark spot on the entire weekend – no fried pickles or fried garlic.  Oh, well there’s always next year – plans are already in the works – yipiee!

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