Here are some selections from the pictures I elbowed Cara into taking at Rhinebeck on Saturday.
Me and my travelling companion and publicist. (“She wrote a book. Are you going to buy it?”) (Sorry Ann, she’s not selling your half of the book. Put your own kids to work.) Carrie is wearing Old Whitby in black denim, a gift from Belinda in London. Kay is wearing Unknown Denim Cardi No. 2 (v-neck and shawl-collared, I might add), a recent eBay score. ($40, the picture was lousy so I just took a chance that the yarn would really be denim and that I could recycle it. Not only is it really denim, it’s beautifully made and fits perfectly. I heart eBay.)
The Shirret Booth. Now you see why I had to go in, and why, once in, I was a goner. Look at those fluffy things hanging from the ceiling, all vintagey and raggedy and recycled. No way was I leaving without my Genuine Shirret Hook and all the requisite tools and materials.
This is Lady McCrady, granddaughter of the woman who invented Shirret and daughter of the woman who first taught it to crafters. Her name really is Lady! She’s wonderfully enthusiastic. She makes wonderful things. Her teenage son was trying to explain to me how it works. You can guess how that went, but how adorable of him for trying! Watch this space for more Shirret. I gots to have one of those giant polka dot rugs. Do or die.
Thanks, sweet Cara, for the professional photography. Next time I’ll remember to bring the ol’ point and shoot.