Self-indulgent Rhinebeck post
Here lie the remnants of the decadent apple crisp that Jess and I shared at Rhinebeck. This followed fried artichoke hearts, cheeseburgers and cider -- and preceded kettle corn and stomach aches on the ride home.
The Spiders decided to divide and conquer at the festival this year -- actually, I just couldn't get Saturday off work and convinced a few suckers to go with me on Sunday instead. Here are Katy, Jess, Jess and I taking a breather (note the empty cider next to me).
In terms of knitting celeb sightings, we watched as bloggers mobbed Ravelry mama Frecklegirl like a bunch teen-age girls swooning over the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. (Of course, we joined the mob.) Sadly, we didn't see our fave knitting celeb, the grandfatherly gentleman from Morehouse. And even more sadly, we learned their store is closing! They're going, like, totally virtual. This is a true knitterly atrocity, especially since their website isn't the slickest and some of the pages have pictures covering text.
(For a pic of Grandpa Morehouse, go here and click on the pic labeled "irresistible." I'm not kidding.)
Anyway, before I reveal my yarn haul, I insist that you take in the lovely, autumnal scenery. We don't see too much of this in the city and were all agog over it.
Ok, my haul. The top row is Morehouse 3-strand in a positively radiant and nearly translucent lilac. Maybe for an accessory of some kind? Underneath that, I picked up two skeins of Shelridge Farms Soft Touch in a color reminiscent of Italian ice. It's delightfully squishy and destined for a shawl or wrap. And on the bottom, perhaps predictably, I have three skeins of Brooks Farm four play in a yummy violet. See Sandra, I'm on my way to having a yarn stash!
Oh, and another thing -- Go Sox!