Rhinebeck

Rhinebeck!  Rhinebeck!  Rhinebeck!

The New York Sheep and Wool Festival is next weekend and I remain a mass of contradictions.  I want to go.  I want to meet other knitters. I want to meet knitting bloggers.  I don’t want to meet knitting bloggers.  Will I like it?  Too much anticipation.  Too many nerves.

Rhinebeck is only 10 miles up the road from my house.  I have been to the Sheep and Wool Festival, but not for a good 10 years I would guess.  For the longest time we always seemed to be away that weekend.  I never considered it in my plans although I always enjoy going.  I have issues.  Well, I always have issues with almost everything so that is nothing new.  I love handspun and handdyed yarns.  I also love commercial high fashion yarns.  The latter craving is not satisfied at Rhinebeck.  That’s ok.

I had been hoping to get to Stitches but didn’t.  Never have.  Might someday. 

I will get to Rhinebeck.  But I am still uncertain.  It is a problem with being such an introspective type.  I think too much, far too much, and get myself so nervous about meeting people that I will just sneak in and sneak out and act out my old wall-flower self.  Perhaps not. 

When did Rhinebeck get to be such a big deal in the knitting world?  When did the knitting world get to be such a big deal?  I have been so out of touch.

I went to a Leadership Conference at Vassar College last weekend and even managed to talk to perfect strangers and have a good time.  I know I can do it.

Well, I AM going to Rhinebeck.  I will buy yarn.  I might buy fleece rovings even though I don’t spin – I do have plans for it though (you’ll just have to wait and see).  I will probably even meet people: I am looking forward to it in fact even though the thought makes my stomach churn.  I will not wear Tesla as I haven’t finished it.  Perhaps my general state of nerves has slowed my knitting progress, as if some small, very small, part of me thought that if I didn’t knit something to wear I wouldn’t go.  HA!  Not going to happen.

Rhinebeck!  Rhinebeck! Rhinebeck!

Beat the drums!  Start the chant!

Rhinebeck!  Rhinebeck!  Rhinebeck!

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Meanwhile, on the home front:
Fall is here and the knit blanket has taken its rightful place on the bed.  There is a double standard here, and Miss Tabasco is sleeping on her fleece blanket, as she knows she is not supposed to be on her parent’s bedding, at least when Dad is home; she might try to sneak a crawl between the covers by me, as she knows I don’t mind so much as long as she is not in the sheets.

Comments

[Sheryl]

I could hear myself in your internal conversation about going to the fiber festival. I went to a spinning wheel roundup last Saturday, but almost had myself talked out of it for the same issues you have. I went. I had a blast. I got to try spinning on a wheel and learned to spin with a spindle. I have a LONG way to go but am really glad I went. Go forth and enjoy!