Call me crazy

But this little guy could almost make me pull a "Green Acres". 

Isn't he just the cutest thing ever?  His name is Raisin, and he's my new boyfriend.

Yes, it's true, this little piggy went to market.  The Rhinebeck market, that is.  But first, we three girls stopped off for a little shameless shoping therapy:

Please keep in mind that this is three knitters' worth, but yes, it's PRE-Rhinebeck stash enhancement from Webs.  What?  It's on the way...of COURSE we stopped.  You would have done the same.  I have more stash to flash, of course, but I need a few moments to gather it all in one place and get a shot of it.  Soon Laurie, soon.  I promised and I meant it.

I know this SUCH old news, but yeah - we went to Rhinebeck.  Are ya tired of the Rhinebeck post yet?  Sorry.  Here's another one. So this was my second fiber festival, but it was my first Rhinebeck and also the first festival since I actually starting meeting other bloggers, both on and offline.  I'm sure that somewhere, someone else has said how amazing this experience is, but I can't stop myself from repeating it.  It's amazing and wonderful.  Like finding a long-lost best friend or eight or twenty. It's both fantastic and wierd as hell, because, well... y'all know that I haven't told anyone else in the world about the moths, right?  Not because I'm embarrased or anything, but because no one else would REALLY understand the abject panic they induce.  So when several people came up to me and offered their sincerest "man, that really sucks", it was a little freaky.  And have I mentioned fabulous?

So.Many.Fantastic.People. 

And then there's the animals.  And the fiber.  Oh my god, the fiber.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. FIRST there was the roadtrip.  You've seen the results of our lunch break at Webs-- oh, and can I take a moment say how much I love the town of Northhampton?  SO cute. Where was I? Oh right, adventures.  You may or may not remember, but it was raining for the bazillionth day in a row here last Friday (yes we all played hooky on Friday to go get our yarn-gorge on) so our leaf-peeping and apple-picking ideas were shelved in favor of yarn shopping. All right, FINE.  Yes we would have yarn shopped anyway.  So there.  I'm also pretty proud that I kept the yelling, cursing, fist-waving and rude gestures to a minimum. Even though the semi trucks insisted on continuously being in my way (never a good idea), spraying Niagra-sized plumes of water at my windshield, taking up the left lane (which I'd like to point out here is illegal, damnit), and generally being annoying.  See what a good influence the knitter-girls are?  So we're driving and we're driving and we're shopping and then we're driving some more.  There might have been some hilarity and maybe some snarking (oh come ON have you seen these?), but eventually we made it to the general vicinity of our Friday night destination somewhere in the Catskills.  Get off the highway, check.  Take road "x" for a few miles then turn, check.  Wind through small town "b", check.  On the other side of town there will be this bridge, check....er....what do those flashing lights mean?  Why are there big yellow dump trucks blocking our ability to cross the bridge?  What the HELL are these people thinking? Don't they know that we're a car full of knitters with new yarn THAT MUST BE SWATCHED?  Are they crazy?  So yeah - turns out the bridge is closed.  Upon asking at the closest store, we find that actually, the ENTIRE road on the other side is washed out.  Have I mentioned that we're in the middle of nowhere?  Or that it's dark?  And raining still?  Oh man - the rain.  I used to love rain.  I'm pretty much done with that now.  So we're asking the nice man in the store how to get where we need to be, and god love him, he spends forever giving us fantastic directions.  How do we know they were fantastic?  Because everyone in the store got in on the activity to make sure that he told us the best way.  He even drew us this keen little map:

Is that awesome or what? 

Now that I look at it, this thing makes abso-freaking-lutely no sense.  Wow.  So, did it help us?  Did we find our way to the luxuriously warm, dry country home on the hill?  Or did our little band of intrepid travellers spend a cold, uncomfortable night sleeping in my little rocket car on some dark, forgotten, possibly haunted, back-country road?

Stay tuned until tomorrow folks and see how this little drama plays out.  There may even be some more yarn pictures in it for you.

Comments

[Carole]

So cool to meet you in person last night, Kellee! And you have siamese kitties! Are they blue points?

[Vicki]

Too much freaky, fabulous fun -- I still haven't completely returned to reality yet. It was so great to meet you on Saturday. Sounds like you had a GREAT time last night, too!

[Kathy]

So great to meet you last night -- such fun!! I am impressed with that haul and that it's PRE-Rhinebeck.

[julia fc]

Hey, I'm not tired of it. Bring it on.
Sorry I missed you guys last night. I was there but I had to leave.

[Teresa C]

Next time, I'm riding with you guys. You were a blast to see again, we'll have to have a get-together soon. I have a good sized home, but maybe we should rent a hall?

[Colleen]

Yes, NoHo is a great town.

That map! It's a treasure map, a very YARNY treasure map.

[Anne]

oh my god, he was my FAVORITE sheep! so adorable. i wanted to tuck him away in my purse and take him home. I can raise a sheep on my back porch, right?

[Juno]

That's right, torture us with the dragging out. Wimper.

[La]

OMG! Must. Have. Cute & Cuddly!