I hear you have a seven year wait for your wood.
My body is back from Rhinebeck. But my mind? Has anyone seen it? I seem to have LOST IT!
The weekend was fabulous.
For so many reasons, most of which transcend the blog world. I met so many lovely people, many without blogs, some with blogs that I've never read, others who I have. People were so friendly. Friendly, hugging, hilarious and ENABLING knitters. That's what happened there. ENABLING.
People who loved their craft so much so that they would utter ridiculous things like, "I was told I had to touch your wood" to a certain wheel maker.
People who uttered an evil cackle with a glint in their eye when you said, "I don't think I want to spin, but I have to admit seeing the sheep and the fiber and the finished product all in one place is a bit inspiring."
People who pick you out of the crowd and tell you how much they love what you write and enjoy your blog. Wow. That is a strange and wonderful feeling.
It was hard to place names and faces and web addresses. I'm looking at bloglines today thinking - oh, that's who that was!
However, I really didn't feel like that was the point or the focus...it truly, for me, was about meeting people (not bloggers, real life people who happen to be bloggers or happen to not blog) and supporting smaller vendors who peddle their wares for the love.
Really, it was about the love.
Feel the cheese running down your monitor?