Some Spinnin' To Do
The first thing we saw as we began our scoping, roughly 20 minutes after the gates officially opened, was the nearly-empty STR display at The Fold, with the line of happy and speedy knitters stretching toward the far horizon. I don't have a picture, natch, but you heard about it if you didn't see it. It was quite impressive, and we decided that, should we for some odd reason need more sock yarn, we could just as well order the stuff online, thanks just the same.
Right behind The Fold's booth (cue ominous music) lurked the lovely and talented Linda of Grafton Fibers. I was the proud owner of two beautiful batts before I knew what hit me. I returned on Sunday and bought a spindle (I will learn to spindle at least well enough to stop making that tired drop-spindle joke) and another batt. They saved some of the yummy batts for people who couldn't make it till Sunday. Have I mentioned how much I love these people?
And in between, in a maelstrom of shopping, there was sock yarn and undyed merino roving and Icelandic laceweight and needles and, yes, more sock yarn. The final haul:
Unaccountably missing from the picture is the Cushing dye I bought with the laceweight in mind. (Use your imagination — it comes in little manila packets.) The Tongue River Farm people were so nice; they did not recoil in horror when I asked about dyeing their yarn, but said they had had samples dyed and it took blues and purples beautifully.
This might keep me out of trouble for a while.