For the second year in a row, I made a pilgrimage to Rhinebeck for the Dutchess County Sheep and Wool Family Festival. (Excuse me while I lie down a minute to recover from that verbiage.) It was a gorgeous October day, if a bit windy, and I had both Hubby and Younger Daughter with me.
And for the second year in a row, I came home with one perfect skein of yarn.
Well, yes, it is a long way to drive (two and half hours) just to buy yarn. But that’s not the goal. The excitement comes in spotting some folks that are only known online in the ravelry world (and if I have to explain what ravelry is then I am going to assume you know nothing about knitting and perhaps you might prefer to peruse some non-knitting posts in my archives? I don’t want you to feel left out.) and seeing the walking fashion show of handknits for free, and sampling the free wine and munchies at the pavilion and hearing the ubiquitous pan flute group and experiencing sticker shock at the various prices of string and finding the perfect bite to eat and wondering if you have room or strength for ice cream and decide which sheep you want to kidnap and bring home with you. (Or would that be lampnap? Kid being a goat, and all…)
But that one skein. We are on a little bit of austerity here, since Hubby has been job-hunting since Labor Day but he insisted we go and enjoy the fresh air and whatever else it is I enjoy about these things; it wouldn’t be like years past when I might come home with a dozen skeins of perfect yarn because 10 of those 12 skeins are probably still in the stash, patiently awaiting my flirtations with new yarns to cease and really, if it’s not going to be WOW yarn why should I drop the dough? The entertainment of petting everything was almost enough. I say “almost” because I did find the perfect skein.
I found (deep breath) 1,000 yards of a 3-ply, jewel-toned royal blue, 100% cashmere laceweight. And when I tell you laceweight, I mean you look at how absolutely FINE that thread is and realize that it’s 3-ply and you have to shake yourself mentally to take this in. What must the single ply look like? It was a moment suspended in time as the other shoppers walked around me, carried on conversations, and looked at other yarns. Other yarns! When sublime perfection was in my hands! I was transfixed.
Younger Daughter was a perfect partner in this. You want somebody with you who can point out the possible flaws, the slubs that may not have been noticed, the bad color due to the bad lighting, the other minor flaws or excellent advice that a yarn shopper needs to keep a level head.
“You should totally get it.”
I’ve got to bring that girl with me everywhere yarn is involved.