October 20, 2004

Wool overload

In which Stephanie tells you a little more about her trip and shows you beautiful things, some of which belong to her now.

Rhinebeck is huge. I don't know what I was thinking, but it's huge. Joe says that there are more vendors at Maryland. I'm not saying anything about Joe, but I am going to say that there are so many booths, tables and stalls at Rhinebeck that I find his claim difficult to take seriously. There was so much that I can not conceive of a place where there is more. There was so much that...get this, there was so much that it is sort of difficult to buy it.

annie

Look at Annie. Classic. She doesn't even hardly know what to do with herself. Look behind her. That's Brooks Farm yarn behind her. I never did manage to buy anything there...I was incapable of making a choice. Incredible stuff.
It's like being a waitress, by the end of your shift you've seen so much food that you just aren't hungry anymore. You think "Food? Oh no thanks. I've had so much". (Note: I have been a waitress and a bartender. There is no similar effect from bartending.)

I sort of liked this "overload" since I am that kind of person, but also because it means that you can't just buy anything. In this sea of wool and yarn, you wait until something grabs you. Something special. My haul is all darned nifty.
My haul is also huge, so we'll be doing it a little at a time.
Today is a horrible, rainy, dark day...so the pictures aren't all they are should be. I promise to show you everything eventually.

moorit

This is my moorit fleece from Countrywool. I can't rave enough about it. It is cream, coffee, butterscotch....mmmmm. I haven't done anything with it yet except place it atop the piano as an "objet d'art". I only bought a piece so I'm still contemplating the rest of the fleece.

dyekit

Behold! A "Heathered socks kit". Contains merino/mohair roving, 1 envelope of Cushing's dye (I got Bronze Green. I got to pick. I love that.) Instructions for dyeing, spinning and knitting the socks. I was going to do this some other time, but between my own obsession with it and Claudia's dyeing exposé... Today may be my day.
You will note to the side of the kit, a zippered bag also purchased at Countrywool. It's purpose: to protect the vulnerable innards of Mr. Washie from horrible fleece rat attack during felting. Mr. Washie must be protected at all costs, as the only way for me to have another washing machine is if I move. When Joe and I renovated the kitchen we accidentally narrowed the entrance to the basement. Mr. Washie cannot leave, and no new appliance may join him. Mr. Washie is not a young washer...and considering his workload, I figure the zippered bag was the least I could get him.

hook

Tuesdays were for spinning (It's back!) so I went into the pile of new stuff and pulled out my new Robin orifice hook. (Is it just me or should we find a name that's less obscene sounding?) I got the bag of Copper Moth odds and ends that I bought and sat down at the wheel. I discovered that the new hook wouldn't fit through my the orifice (for the love of wool...a new name!) Meg took a picture of me at this moment that is so incredibly unflattering that there is no way I can post it on the blog. Suffice it to say that I am pouting. I have cropped this smallish part of the picture so that you may see the hook. (Yes, I am wearing Rhinebeck. I've worn it everyday since I finished it. I think that's a normal thing).

grabbag

A little surgery on the tool with a wire cutter and some sort of tool from Joe's room and it worked. The Copper Moth grab bag is being spun by random lengths. I broke all the pieces of roving into pieces, and put them in a bowl. I reach into the bowl with my eyes closed and spin whatever I get. (This is Very Hard for me.) I'll Navajo ply it to maintain the colour separation and knit striped socks. They will not match. This will be ok.

I'll leave you today with this photo of Laurie, (Yup, that Laurie) at Rhinebeck. I have to tell you that Laurie is really very cheerful, despite any impression that this photo may give you.

laurie

Laurie took a whole whack of her famous yarn, (Remember the yarn? Look here and here) and knit a sweater out of it. Genius. I dread the day that she figures out that I'm not really cool enough to be her friend.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of watching the whole family scramble after reading the blog. The three kids froze when they saw the picture of the ice-cream and Meg whacked Amanda and said "I told you the spoons were wrong". There is hope for them yet. Joe? It turns out that he's dissapointed too. He told the kids to "dispose" of the container.
He regrets nothing.

Posted by Stephanie at October 20, 2004 1:21 PM