The Shawled Shoulders of Friends
October 22, 2007
I think my trip down the New York State Thruway last night probably took longer than your flights from Poughkeepsie to Nashville via Philadelphia. The long, dark drive gave me time to collect my thoughts after what was surely the fastest 24 hours ever. (I stayed awake by listening to this, but much louder. And here’s Why I Love YouTube, Exhibit A. What that song needed was khakis and ties. Rock it!)
If seeking employment at a certain publisher, cuteness is a must. Here we see Editorial versus Marketing in an epic cute-off. Much kelly green yarn was spilled.
More unbearable cuteness of being, as embodied by Jess and Casey, bookended by Still Making An Effort. There was nothing beta about the Ravelry shindig Saturday night. Open bar, plus not-recently-updated jukebox, plus knitters. Need I say more?
Cormo! Cormo! Cormo!
Public Address Announcement: “A SKEIN OF RED HEART ACRYLIC HAS BEEN SPOTTED NEAR THE KETTLE CORN STAND. DO NOT PANIC. EVACUATE THE AREA IN AN ORDERLY FASHION.”
Does your alpaca get fidgety on rainy days? Does the llama constantly complain that there’s nothing good on TV? This book has some answers.
Ann buys some souvenir mohair. Not enough to really do anything with, of course, but a nice memory.
If I had a skirt like this, I would wear it to Rhinebeck.
Before we knew it, it was Sunday in the Meet the Authors Tent. We had no idea what to expect.
We did expect to meet some authors. Here’s Alison and her fab book.
Stitchy McYarnpants, who would like to be remembered as a Six Pack Owl. In Stitchy’s line of work, a major challenge is dealing sensitively with people like me, who truly appreciate the fusion of crochet and beer cans. We get the feeling that Stitchy might be making fun of beer can crochet, but her book is so funny that we forgive her.
We were hoping to get a glimpse of Clara in the tent, but she was too busy selling out all the copies of her book. Clara, we love you anyway.
We did not expect Lisa’s hat.
Some were born to wear large hats. Your Civil War reenactor jacket had been bringing me down a little, but the hat cheered it right up.
Hats are not for nervous people. I could swear something was nesting up there.
Another natural-born Hat Head, showing off.
This man knit this sweater. You assisted with picking up the neck stitches the night before, and it looks like it came out all right.
Family knitting on our spiral afghan strips. (See the foot sticking out of the kidpack? He was knitting too.)
Naomi, who is not really holding a tiny woman in her right hand, but who dispenses wisdom and other useful items free of charge.
Naomi was really only there to keep her Ron from buying too much fiber. Ron spins. Ron weaves. We put him to work on our afghan. (Despite our best intentions, we can’t say we made tremendous progress on the afghan. Too much stuff to do at the festival, and you can knit on the Thruway.)
Please add your pics! I’m off to see everybody else’s Rhinebeck posts.