In Which We Return From Upstate With Much Wool

How to describe an entire day spent looking at fleece, yarn, sheep, alpacas, llamas, rabbits, equipment, brooms, food? Suffice to say we had fun. Patti, who is not yet a spinner but clearly on her way, and soon, was adventurous enough to buy a drop spindle and several smaller bits of fleece. I say smaller only in relation to my own purchases. I arrived with a Mission and it was my duty to fulfill it.

Before we had even parked the car, we saw several people we know from NYC, all of whom I would gladly spend any amount of time with on any other occassion. They are wonderful, lovely people. They are interesting, fibre-loving people. But, alas, they were there to enjoy their day of wandering through the exhibits and vendor stalls (and it was a lovely day) and then camp out overnight. They did not have a Mission. I am not proud to say that, while they went to get in on the chicken pot pie line early, we took the opportunity to head off to the first barn full of wonder. We did re-connect later for a moment, but I think it was ok that we parted ways. With Patti, I could be as unihibited as I wanna be in my lust for fleece. You know, I would have had to hold back in front of the others.



Rhinebeck isn't about holding back.