The second Deb (who is known locally as Knitting Deb, largely because I took some knitting classes with her, but also to distinguish her from Regular Deb- who was the first of my Deb acquisitions and is my usual Rhinebeck travel companion--and Spinning Deb--who, as you may have deduced, taught me to spin) has an 'in' with my favorite shameless-promoter-of-economic-recovery-through-discounted-yarn-acquisition website, The Dizzy Sheep. Dizzy offers a daily deal on a yarn (punctuated by an occasional holiday-related multi-deal frenzy) and K.D. used the occasion of her trip to Rhinebeck to take the website's eponymous mascot along for some photo-ops. Now, normally, I would avoid author book signings and the evil, snakey lines that accompany them like the plague. But Knitting Deb was determined to plunk herself in the line for the Yarn Harlot's book signing and I really really really didn't want to miss this because she was going to get a picture of the mighty Stephanie Pearl-McPhee with our very own Dizzy Sheep. I thought this would be a memory in the making, and that is what led me to be wandering near the book signings at exactly the moment that would ensure my everlasting international stardom. To appreciate the scope of my new-found fame, you'll need to pop over here for a minute. Go ahead. I'll wait. Now, scroll down to the picture of the kid with the only kind of monster-butt I would ever want to have. That's amazingly cute, isn't it? But that's not what I'm all wee-wee'd up for. Scroll down to the next picture below the monster-tush. There is a woman there with her leg on a table, showing SPM her sock. That's not me. But, I remember seeing that woman hoist her sock up on the table because I was there. I can prove it, too. In the background of the picture, there is a woman in a blue sweater who is actually watching the sock-woman put her foot on the table. That is still not me. That is Regular Deb, and if she had known that this was going to be our international debut, she would have smiled for the camera. But no one told us. If anyone had bothered to mention that we were about to be famous, then instead of being the pony-tailed girl in the orange vest walking behind Regular Deb and not even looking at the camera, I would have been the pony-tailed girl in the orange vest mugging it up like an idiot for my big debut. No matter. I'm still in the picture, and I'll probably go back and look at it a few more times to make sure I haven't been edited out yet. Excuse me for a second.
I'm back. There isn't much else to report from Rhinebeck. Knitting Deb had some good stories, one of which involved her being tracked down by a large man called Thor (yes, the same Thor who sold me free yarn a few Rhinebecks ago; could there really be more than one?), who had reported her --and more particularly the hand-knit shawl she was wearing--to the shawl's designer and wanted to know if the designer had managed to track her down among the thousands of hand-knit clad people in attendance. But that's not my story. My only story--and I use that term very loosely--took place on the ride home, where I was so tired that I began sleep knitting and dreamed (hallucinated? it's a fine line, isn't it?) that someone had thrown a golf tee onto my knitting and just as I was trying to remove the tee from my project, I woke up and realized that I was actually trying to pull my Brittany DPN out of the mitten I was working on. Not much of a story, but that's OK because my picture is on the Yarn Harlot's blog and she's really famous, so now I'm famous too.
In honor of all this photographic excitement, I'll post a few pictures of my own. The first pictures are Rhinebeck purchases.
|One yarn bowl from Brier Street Pottery. Isn't it pretty? The color is teal blue, with a lot of blue-grey in it. I also bought a little rose colored crock, but it is busy holding some of my spindles right now.|
|More roving from Hope Spinnery, which is a co-op that produces fiber and yarn using wind power, and local purchasing, and natural dyes, and all sorts of socially responsible things. I think I would feel wrong not buying something from this booth.|
Next up are some things I actually finished. First, my Night Fury socks. I have a second skein of this stuff, which is good because I am not done enjoying either the yarn or the color way, which is named after Toothless the dragon in How to Train Your Dragon. There is also a possibility that I'm going to take a dyeing workshop with the person who dyed this yarn, which would be too much fun for me.
Here is my Swallowtail Shawl. Finally. Finished. Not sure what to do with it now.
Here are a pair of hats I made for a woman in the knitting guild who is collecting preemie hats for donation. These were started and finished on the eternal bus ride to and from Rhinebeck, which isn't saying much because they are so quick to knit, but I also finished my Night Fury socks and knit most of a mitten on the same bus rides. Just saying.
Emma, who had asked me a while ago to make her some hats for her pet gourds, was annoyed that they didn't fit her gourds properly,
although I think this guy looks fabulous.
That's enough for tonight. The natives want dinner. Again. And I think I'm going to go make sure I'm still famous. Again.