Where Knitters Go When They Die
I'm not sure what I liked best, the fiber, the knitters or all of the fabulous handknits everyone was wearing! This was my first trip to New York Sheep and Wool, and it was amazing! I must admit that I was having so much fun, I often forgot to take photos. I met so many nice bloggers and I didn't take pictures of any of them! Well maybe one, but I was lucky enough to meet her twice, and she is just so cool!
I did meet Karen (and Pea), Elizabeth, Devorah (and all of the Squids), Isela, Margene, Monica, Cara, and many more. There were a few that I missed who I would have loved to have met, Carole and Bev among them. And then there was the one I saw but was too shy to approach. I will tell you her wedding shawl was exquisite! I was only able to stay at the meet up for 10 minutes or so. My mom was with my sister and I. We didn't want to keep her waiting. That was okay though, because of the fun my mom, sister and I had. It's been years since we've all done something like this together, and we all share a love of fiber. Hopefully we will make this an annual trip.
The picture at the top of this post was the first, and only for many hours. I took it by sticking my arm out the window and clicking as I turned the corner. It's a pretty bad photo, but I like it anyway. It's got an in-the-moment-don't-worry-about-the-composition quality to it.
Blogger Bingo was so much fun. Everyone was running around asking each other's names and blogs. I think it really helped to break the ice and get people talking to each other. Of course maybe we didn't need the ice broken. Because with knitters there is no ice. The evidence of that was quite apparent in the endless line at the Fold. Everyone was so happy and busy chatting with each other, we didn't even care about the length of the line. I did manage to pick up some goodies at the Fold.
Yes, that is 7 skeins. I kept going in for more!
I also took the plunge and bought my first drop spindle and some roving. I spent yesterday trying to teach myself to spin. Anyone know of a good spinning teacher in Northern or Central New Jersey, or Manhattan?
Of course there were the animals. If I could I would get an alpaca. Just look at that face!
Now I can't wait until next year. . .