I'm back from KC. Life hit me right between the eyes when I returned, and shows no sign of abating. See how much I post when my kids, my boss, and church aren't in the mix? Seriously.
But I still need to report on the best of Kansas City. That would be Cottage Fiber. All the places I visited were lovely (go to The Studio for a wide variety of yarns, to the Yarn Barn for an awesome selection of spinning equipment), but Cottage Fiber was the best. It almost didn't happen.
In researching my trip (you know, airline tickets, rental car, conference registration, yarn near westin crown center on google maps--the usual), I found Cottage Fiber, but they were only open 4 days a week, and they were not the days we were there. I emailed the owner just to see if she had hours by appointment, and she agreed to open up for us.
Can I tell you how glad I am that I emailed? This place is like a fiber festival in the middle of a city.
And the owner is a wonderful fiberphile living the dream. I want to be like PJ when I grow up. (Seriously, if I had a store, I would want it to be like this one. Except I might try to talk people out of buying some of the stuff, which PJ quite graciously sold to us without even twitching.)
The place is fantastic. The first room.
If that's not enough, there's actually a second room.
All those little cubbies have various sorts of hand-dyed fibers, handspun yarns, and generally beautiful, special things.
Then there was the Hutch of Exotic Fibers at Reasonable Prices.
That happens to be my favorite kind of hutch. Out of it I extracted some hand-dyed tussah and hand-dyed cashgora.
I somehow managed to not take photos of the stash enhancement on my part, but there was a wee bit of falling down near the tussah, and that sunrise-colored ball of fiber in the llama photo above represents my willingness to consider once again the merits of cashgora after a deadline-spinning experience for a very wonderful cause but that put me off the stuff for a while. Other than that, I was pretty well behaved.
Even so, I think we made the visit worth PJ's while. I know I'll be calling her back if I'm ever in KC again.
There's more knitting I've been remiss about sharing. I took this picture the day after Cummington. I'm halfway through the edging now.
It's copper moth (no longer, but the dyer now blogs here) tussah (hence the falling down around silk lately), purchased two years ago at NHS&W under duress. This yarn is so old, I have a category for it. This blog thing comes in handy, since finding that link just told me how many yards I have. I have to poach a few yards from the thicker skein to finish the edging, but I think I'll have a little scarf's worth left. The pattern is my hero, Evelyn A. Clark's Leaf Lace Shawl. I confess, I'm a groupie. Because I started another one of Evelyn's shawls. You know, with the camel/silk, from THIS year's NHS&W.
I survived the washing of the singles. Winding the skein was no problem; the washing gave me fits.
It looks REALLY medical. Sorry Laurie. All I could think was placenta.
It lived to tell the tale, though. I managed to make it through the hyperventilating (so did Kristen, who came to visit the kids, and talked to me occasionally too). Apparently, I got lucky, because I even wound it into a ball without any disasters.
Yes, that's a four-leaf AND a five-leaf clover (not sure what the five-leaf one means). I found them both within minutes of each other; the first ones I've ever found, despite looking for four-leaf clovers my entire life, and always, apparently, overlooking them. Maybe things are looking up...