It’s been quite an interesting weekend in our little spot on the Earth. I don’t have much to relate to you in the category of Finished Objects or new Works in Progress, but I think, once you’ve read this article, you will understand.
In a recent discussion with my knitting buddies, Jen and Maggie, I learned about a Yarn Con held annually in Chicago. This was the first I had heard about it and I was EXCITED. I really, really want to go to one of the larger festivals and Chicago is only around 6 hours away so this was a reasonable goal for me. But when I went online to check when it was being held, I was disappointed to discover it has already come and gone for this year. THIS will be a goal added to my New Year’s Resolutions for next year.
However, in the meantime I was looking forward to a smaller, but much closer event, the Boonville Pioneer Fiber and Music Festival, which was being held only 30 minutes away. I can be content with that… for now. Being budget conscious (whether I want to be or not) I set aside an allowance of spending money. NOT that I don’t already have some lovely yarns all lined up in queues waiting patiently for their turn for love and attention, but if I go to a concert I want a T-Shirt (BOSTON!) and if I go to a yarn festival, same principle applies.
As it happens, this Festival fell on a very busy weekend. My oldest daughter and her family had been staying with us while they were house hunting. This had taken several months, but they had finally found an amazing place in the area they wanted and THIS was the moving weekend. Ok.
Next up, my second daughter’s birthday had been the past Thursday, so we were celebrating that at my house. No simple cake and ice cream. Our family likes to get together and cook Chinese food together due to living in China for several years. This was what she wanted to do for her birthday. Ok.
And THEN the rains came, and came, and….well, you get it. Suffice it to say, there was a lot going on in that 48 hour time span.
However, the disappointment of having been denied Yarn Con being so fresh I would be going to the fiber festival. I dutifully put in the address to my GPS in order to find the most efficient route there. However the heavy rains meant having to find alternative routes to reach my objective. Fortunately, I was vaguely familiar with the area so I could make adjustments without becoming completely lost. It may have been my imagination, but the GPS lady did start to sound slightly miffed when I continued to disregard her directions (since I didn’t pack my snorkel) but eventually I arrived safe and dry.
If you read Yarn, Colors, and Friends you will recall Sonya, who taught me my first ever yarn dyeing class. She was the co-organizer of this Festival and had clearly done her hard work. There was an interesting variety of vendors at the venue. Although the Fiber Arts figured heavily in the theme there were also those who brought their local honey, pottery, quilts, and a variety of other crafts.
After taking a tour and chatting with several people, I finally settled in at Sonya’s booth to sit, knit, and chat with some of the others there. One thing I enjoy most about doing this is being able to engage in interesting conversations about knitting, yarns, fibers, current projects and knitting techniques with other people who are as interested in these things as I am. Being a person who is both verbal AND passionate I cannot help talking about the craft that I love, but with my non-knitting friends and family if I am not careful, I look up to see that I have carried on too long, the eyes have glazed over, and it’s time to find more “Muggle-y” topics to talk about.
During the course of this conversation I talked with a woman who had grown her own cotton to harvest, card, and process into yarn for knitting. I was fascinated by this. This is exactly the kind of thing I would love to do, although I would probably choose a wool of some kind. It was a very enjoyable time.
Since my weekend was still packed with the many other things, listed above, I had to wind down and head back. But not before picking up two really beautiful skeins of yarn,
some progress keepers,
some beautiful pottery buttons for future projects,
and a button to flash at my husband (the chocoholic) the next time he mentions my yarn stash.
It was brief, but sweet.
The next day was an endless stream of moving boxes, watching children, cooking, and eating going from one thing to the next almost without pause, but it was wonderful.
My oldest daughter and her family are moved and getting settled into their very own home after renting for years.
We were able celebrate my second daughter’s birthday with time together and really good food.
Am I tired? Very. But a good tired. We are reorganizing our house back to functional again, with a studio and work room (more about that later) and at the end of the day I relax with a drink in my hand, yarn in my lap, as I scroll through patterns dreaming what to make next.
To the Fibers that knit us together (yes, I went there :),