And so I went back to Rhinebeck on Sunday. I didn’t “need” to; I had been there a good bit on Saturday, but Saturday I was so overwhelmed that many things just passed me by in a blur.
I had really hoped to meet some people whose blogs I love to read and I probably walked right by at least one of them in a fog of unrecognition. There was a lot of fog in my brain both days. Even so, the best part of Rhinebeck was talking to many people, some I knew, and many new people as well. It was so inspiring talking to knitters and spinners, weavers and felters and just generally having a good time. The people are what really made the fair special. And so, if you are one of the people I bumped into and did not say hi to, accept my apologies, my poor brain was really overwhelmed. I tend to get overstimulated far to easily. I will be better next time.
And so, even though the joy of the fair was not the loot acquired, there is still more loot to show.
First, I had seen some gray, maroon, and navy handspun, rough silk yarn which I really liked but couldn’t think quite what to do with it. George dragged me away as I had promised him we could leave when he was ready, and surprisingly he tolerated far more sheep and wool browsing, shopping, and nattering than I would have expected. He would make a great spinner as he took to it naturally when we took a class at Morehouse Farm a few years back. He was definitely the star of the class and turned out perfectly even fine yarn on his first try. At first he was excited by the possibilities but as time passes the memory of the thrill fades.
Anyway, back to that yarn (on the left, multicolored). I dreamt about it and knew what I would make: a gift for someone and I can say no more as the person who would receive said gift may hear about it through this here blog. If you hope this may be you, patience is a virtue; if you are praying it is not you, well, only time will tell.
There was not enough of the silk, which I knew before I went back, I was just hoping that any of it was still there and most of it was. With it I bought these two wools and the rest will be left up to your imagination:
I also picked up a chenille that George had really liked: he loved the softness of it as well as the blend of colors. There is not quite enough for a vest for him, but I am mixing it with this solid gray wool. I would not do the entire vest out of chenille anyway as that would make me absolutely stark raving mad. I might or might not get started on this right away. I already have his Christmas gift and since his birthday is in May it may not be appropriate. It will be completed when the mood (or need) strikes: Here are the yarns:
The chenille is actually a little darker than it appears here: I took these late at night and without flash the photos were too dark and muddy. With flash, the lighter areas of the chenille really overshadowed the darker portions, it you look at the bottom corner, you get a better idea of the true feel of the chenille yarn.
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