Tuesday, September 18, 2018




I’m so happy festival season is here.  Doc and I went down to Hemlock on Saturday for the Finger Lakes Fiber Festival, and I swear I could hardly sleep the night before.  I woke up really early.  I was a kid at Christmas.  I feel so understood at a fiber festival.  If you say “Threipmuir” or “Hebridean” or “nostepinne”, you get smiles and knowing nods.  There is such a sense of community there.  People admire what you’re wearing, even if it’s just a Johnny Cash t-shirt from Target.   I want a fiber festival every single weekend all year, and I will be putting all my less-important organs for sale on Craigslist in order to fund the ensuing purchases.  And Doc, who wore his kilt and looked fierce, as usual, and who carried my new fleece [it’s a Shetland!  It’s gray!  I don’t need any more fleeces, but I can’t help it!] on his back looking again like a creepy Santa, did not complain one breath about the heat, nor about the powerful sheepy smell coming from his cargo, nor about anything else, either.  He’s the very best fiber festival companion, and actually in all other things, too.  Up next is Rhinebeck, and my sweater for that (Next Year In Lerwick by Tori Seierstad) is clipping along at a terrific rate, what with me being obsessed by it and everything.  Just as I’m sick of a motif, it’s time for a the breather of a couple plain rows and a color change, which just keeps me going.  I’m a little scared of all that colorwork on the sleeves, but it isn’t time to worry about those yet.  The body is coming out a bit long (row gauge is such a jerk) but I think I can live with it.


I bought my annual sweater’s quantity from the amazing Jill Draper, who never fails to remember me from last year and to make me feel like we’re friends.  She is kindly and warm, and the yarn is pretty perfect.  If you ever have a chance to use Jill’s yarn, you should do so without delay, but if you can buy it directly from her at a festival, you’ll have such a lovely interaction with her, and all that joy and good cheer will go right into your project.



She let me try on her sample for September House, a stranded colorwork yoke pullover designed by Kirsten Kapur, which is what I’ll be working on next.  It was a very cozy 82 degrees F, which didn’t keep me from loving that sweater, nor the yarn its made with.  Get on my needles, JDMS Valkill!  



I have a finished sweater here.  Sitting in front of me as I type this.  All its ends are woven in, and it is blocked and dry, and it is pretty much exactly what I hoped it would be, except:

More on this later.

8 comments:

  1. It sounds like you had a fabulous time. Wow, that colorwork is gorgeous. Your husband sounds like the perfect match for you. One of the reasons my ex and I split was he that didn't like me wearing my hand knits. (He wanted me to wear t-shirts.) So sad that there are holes in that sweater. Moths?

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    1. It's a misplaced buttonhole. I don't know where my brain went while I was working that row, but I didn't notice it until the whole thing was blocked and finished. Argh!

      I hope you are wearing your handknits now with wild abandon! xoxo

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  2. Button bands are my nemesis, I would rather knit sleeves for an Orangutan.

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  3. Button hole madness!!!! Got it, done it and it sucks.
    Love fiber festivals. We had one this past August called Fibrations, such a fun time for us fiber lovers. Love your colour work! Enjoy what you purchased, has it told you what it wants to be?

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    1. The Jill Draper yarn is going to be a September House, but the Shetland fleece is still thinking. ;)

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  4. I have never been to a fiber festival but it's on my bucket list! So glad I found your blog!!

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  5. BuM! That is annoying right? Glad you had a good time fibre shopping. jo x

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