Whirlwind Tour

Last spring when we were talking about Fiber Frolic, I threatened to drag Lisa to Rhinebeck. I promptly forgot all about this, and so did she, until I was looking through old email a couple of weeks ago. Rather than simply let sleeping dogs lie, I promptly emailed Lisa, who promptly agreed that of course she had to come to Rhinebeck. So she drove for three hours down to my house yesterday, and I flung her and Miss B into the car at an ungodly hour this morning and drove to the fairgrounds, arriving a bit later than we'd planned but before the STR ran out.

Lisa is a trouper, obviously, with remarkable adaptive abilities.


She met Beth...


and Franklin.


We tried to figure out how these irises got confused.


I failed to crack under enormous pressure to buy Miss B a bunny. (Look at that face. How could I resist that face? Only through years of practice.)


For Sandy, who is ten feet away as I write.

There was so much more I cannot even begin to tell you, especially if I expect to post this while it's still technically Saturday. Tune in tomorrow when we return for day two of the adventure.