So Rhinebeck is a pretty incredible experience. There's wool, there's chocolate, there's fried artichoke hearts, there's Maine-grown cashmere. It is a place of many wonders, at least for those of us afflicted in a certain way. But there was this one thing I saw at Rhinebeck that trumps it all. I wasn't the only one who saw it. There are witnesses; photographic evidence, even. This alone proves to me that it was real.
It was Jenni.
And her shawl.
I know, there's a lot of lace at Rhinebeck. There were some amazing, impossibly talented lace knitters around those parts, but people, Jenni can make some lace. And really, the most important part of Jenni's lace shawl? That's the fact that Jenni spun this yarn herself. Now I've spun me some lace shawls, but this? This was a whole nother thing. I'm telling you, frog hair would be insulting this yarn. To call it even and perfect would be an act of ridiculous understatement.
It was just too beautiful for words. There was genuflecting. Seriously, you would have too.
And the scary part? Girlfriend was in line for a *fleece*. I can scarcely imagine what's next.
(ETA: Jenni has updated her blog with the story of the shawl as of 10/31 evening. Can you believe she's not finished with it? Wow.)