Here's the one Rhinebeck purchase which I haven't yet mentioned on the blog:
It's my new circular needle case from Crippenworks.
Hip, hip, hooray, I love Crippenworks! Katharyn's concept is simple, but it's executed so well and with such attention to detail that even I (seamstress wannabe that I am) would not attempt to make something like this. It falls into that category of "Yes, I could sew this, but why would I?"
I actually requested a custom design when I was at the Crippenworks's Rhinebeck booth. I love my DPN case that I picked up at Cummington in 2005 (or was that 2006, I don't remember). My current circular case came from Knitsmith Lisa B, and it's simply overloaded. Finding a needle in that is like finding a...well...needle in a haystack. I need to split things up into two cases.
What's custom about this case is the orientation of the needle pockets. I wanted them to face the same way, whereas in a typical Crippenworks case, the pockets face toward each other. "No problem," said Katharyn. "Give me three weeks." And you know what? In just under three weeks, I had my new case. [Blogging was delayed due to, well, you know what delayed it.]
Oh my: Katharyn sews knitting bags, too.
As I promised in yesterday's post, here's what came back with me to Queens:
Most definitely, the self-imposed book yarn embargo is decidedly over. I tried to be sensible and good, but it just wasn't making me happy. Besides moving (for which we still have no firm date), these days new yarn is one of the few things that will make me happy.
Anyway, here's what moved with me all the way from Duchess County to Queens County:
First we have some luscious alpaca, Heavenly, from Delly's Delights Farm in Maryland (there is a website, but it's not updated so I didn't link). It's sportweight in a variegated colorway that I can't quite photograph:
Then we have a wool/silk blend, also a sportweight, from Oak Grove, in Putney, Vermont. The colorway is called "Stones". Apparently my camera likes blues better than reds, because these hanks are more accurately shown. Again, it's a sportweight. I'm thinking of simple scarves for both.
Finally, we have the Morehouse haul. Am I the only knitter who's disappointed that Morehouse is closing its bricks-and-mortar shop to become an internet-only business? I don't think so. Sigh....
I bought four hanks of a natural wool laceweight to make Sophie's Shawl (a Morehouse pattern). One probably doesn't need a pattern to knit this, but with the pattern I can be lazy and let someone else decide how many stitches I need to cast on, and how many rows the shawl should be.
I also picked up a hank of an unidentified bulky wool, in a gray/blue colorway. It was in the sale bin and set me back a whopping $4. I'm going to stripe it with some brown I bought at Morehouse last year and make myself a hat.
So, nothing too extravagant. I was able to stick to yarn sources at Rhinebeck that I wouldn't otherwise find, and I didn't do anything impulsively. I looked; I noted. If something stayed in my thoughts, then I had to have it. I also set a budget and stuck to it. Yay me.
WARNING: Self indulgent Rhinebeck post ahead. please feel free to skip to the next blog. I haven't had a chance to properly photograph my (paultry) purchases, so today you get my reflections.
I needed a few days for the Rhinebeck to steep in my memory before I could give it a proper blog.
Saturday dawned beautiful, warm, and bright. As I walked through Astoria on my way to meet Cathy, I realized that I should get up earlier on Saturday mornings. Astoria waking up reminded me a lot of early mornings in London. A few bakeries quietly serving customers, fruit stands already bustling, waiters washing down sidewalks and getting ready for the day. Maybe it's just an urban thing, and it's easy to make comparisons between two large cities.
Anyway, you're not here to read my musings about my neighborhood. This is a knitting blog after all. The five of us arrived in Rhinebeck shortly after ten. And I'll admit, I had no plan. Not a single idea of what I wanted to buy. I did, fortunately, have a budget (to which, I am proud to say, I stuck). What I was really there to do, I must admit, was to say hello to...everyone.
I swear that almost every knitter I know in real life was at Rhinebeck on Saturday. And based on the blog reading I'm doing, there were a few more there whom I did not encounter. These fiber festivals are where we come to be with our people. Rhinebeck is where my worlds collide. Boston Colleen was meeting New York Colleen. The Knitsmiths and the Spiders.
I was so happy to see my Boston peeps. I just wish that we had had more time to catch up. But we all had our own agendas, and mine seemed to be wandering aimlessly among the tents and barns, seeing whatever and whomever I could. Like Cassie wrote, too much festival, too little time. I think that next year Saturday will be for the festival, and Sunday will be for a loooong brunch, knitting, and talking. I don't know how I would go about arranging that, but who's with me on this one?
For me Rhinebeck was about this:
Jackie summed it up really well in her post. Being at Rhinebeck made me realize that my life has changed a lot, but in a very good way, And (maybe this is strange, or maybe others feel the same way) because I have the blog I don't feel disconnected from anyone at all, even though I've moved 200 miles away. It's like we hang out in the virtual living room, and then a few times a year we all get together.
I'm going to Rhinebeck. La dee, dah dee, dah!
I was a fool to think that we might actually be moving to Brooklyn this weekend (although it seems that an actual moving day is not far away), the reason behind my on-the-fence behavior about attending this festival (or festibal, as Mamacate puts it).
So, maybe I'll see you there tomorrow. You'll know me as the only one in the entire fairgrounds who won't be wearing a handknit item.