Knitters and spinners at a knitting and spinning party are a wonderful thing. The prior post was composed during the blegger, but sadly, sprint data services do not extend to my neighborhood, and it has sat on the treo since Saturday night.
Lee Ann. Happy birthday. You were toasted. So were we.
(photo credit to dear Laurie.)
My house was packed with wonderful friends--it's easy to forget, sometimes, about this community that is only tangible but a couple of times a year, and every time reconstituting itself in slightly different ways. This year, in very approximate order of arrival, brought Claudia, Beth S., Debbie, Kathleen and Janet (from Team MHC, sadly blogless), Marcy, Deanna (also sadly blogless), Judy, Kathy, Lisa, Cheryl, Teresa, Manise (again with the bloglessness), Jess, Cynthia and her knitting Mister, Cece, Amanda, Laurie, Diane, Laura J., Dave, Theresa (blogless, I believe), Helen, Elisa, Kellee, Jackie, and the overnight crew of Kristen and Risa and her short people. I live in abject terror that I've forgotten someone, which I probably have. It's not you, it's my brain cells. If your name was lost in a malfunctioning brain cell, email or comment and let me know.
Now really, don't you think a crowd like that could put a dent in a pony keg? I mean, yes, Laurie did call tech support to inquire about unidentified mechanical parts on the keg ("we're the middle-aged knitters with the keg, can you tell us what that lever does?"). Yes, there were two women there in their third trimester. Yes, some of us were so entranced by Laura J's brilliant homebrewed gingermead that we forgot about the keg, but people, we had rather a sad showing, I must say. JoVE points out that this may be another of our many national faults, and if we would just do a better job of being convenient to Canada, we wouldn't have these problems. She and Dr. Steph, in fact, have assured me that if I'd had a few Canadian knitters, I would not have to ask for help at the liquor store because the keg is still so damn heavy when I return it (damn). I'm almost tempted to bring a keg to Rhinebeck just to see them prove their point. But anyway, touche. We knitters of the southlands, we are lightweights. It is true. I did my best, however, and again, the gingermead did NOT help me with the focus.
There was stash that was acquired. I haven't taken stash pictures a lot lately, but what the heck?
This is a little bump of multi-colored naturally dyed wool, some little batts
(sparkly and not) from Sojourner Sheep (fiber people in my neighborhood--love it!), some merino-tencel sock yarn, and a lovely niddy. Juno, see the sampling of the multicolored batt there on top of the niddy? I spun that on your wheel. It says hi. Dave's worried it's getting a complex. I almost brought it home to babysit it, but decided you might have other plans, and that Rhys might not believe that it's really someone else's.
Then there's some blue cotton (because I have a charka and like to prove to myself that I'm not very good at this, and there's nothing better to demonstrate same than trying to spin cotton on a charka). Some dehaired llama in this lovely chocolate brown that is very nearly making me consider abandoning the Foxfire camel-silk I'm spinning, which is saying something. There's some lovely tussah from Spunky Eclectic that looks just like irises spun up (you can see the sample, also spun on Juno's wheel, if you embiggen the picture), and a skein of alpaca yarn from an alpaca named Mr. who lives not too far away from here.
And that's about it.
Despite momentary llama-based temptation, I'm still in love with the Foxfire camel-silk. I've been schooled in the ways of knitting lace with singles by Cheryl and Julia. I'm still worried I'm going to end up being attacked by energized singles with a mind of their own, but I think I'm going to try it anyway. Almost done with one 2-oz bag. I did buy two, though.
My camera is in Colorado right now, but one appeared here and let me take a picture. If you took this adorable picture of Elisa, and if you are missing a camera, shoot me an email.