The Spirit Was Woolen (and Cate Cut a Steek)

At Rhinebeck last year I experienced an unexpected attack of reunionitis: that feeling you get (well, I get, anyway) at class reunions that you are 15 again and everyone but you has turned into an international investment banker, or famous knitwear designer, as the case may be, and OMG is that a zit??? I just know it is I can feel it OMG look at all those gorgeous shawls and sweaters what made me ever think I was a knitter?

I am easily intimidated.

This year was completely different, whether because I had sternly adjured my inner 15-year-old to stay in her room and read The Catcher in the Rye until I said she could come out or because I know a few more people now or... who knows, let's just say it was totally great. It began with Cate's cutting the steek in her gorgeous Autumn Rose, and just got better from there.


Cece meets the WoolyBabe. WB appears unimpressed by Cece's amazingly gorgeous beaded shawl, but she'll learn.


I get to meet a beautiful blonde woman wearing another stunning shawl, and promptly forget her name. I also meet Anne and Jess, who assures me that I'll get into Ravelry really soon. Her prediction is correct: I got in on Monday and have done nothing productive since. Thanks, Jess!


Justine and Denise are arrayed in knitted glory. Solomon, eat your heart out.


This one's for Dave. See, Dave? No room for doubt.

I have more pictures, but it's getting close to my bedtime. There was knitting, and there was shopping, but I was really quite restrained. Tune in next time for details.