City of Wool

I can't believe it! I'm going to Rhinebeck. More specifically, I'm going to the New York Sheep and Wool Festival at Rhinebeck, New York. I never thought I'd  get the opportunity, and here I am, booking hotels and printing off tickets. I get to go and hang out with the knitterati!  Oh, squeeee!

Sorry. Fangirl moment. I'll just straighten up my hair and rearrange my glasses...

Well, then. If one is going to Rhinebeck, one needs to have some proof of knitterly skill. Correct?  I believe that will be taken care of within the next week, as Miss February continues apace

Hm. Let's try this again...

 

...Miss February continues apace

 
That's better. See? That's a sleeve forming.

In the meantime, if I'm to get the Teenager interested in an entire weekend of knitting themed mayhem, I shall have to get the skein of yarn, I bought for her, wound. And possibly hide the TV. On another planet.

But what shall I do with the Man o' my Dreams?! He thinks knitting, spinning and all manner of fibre manipulation is voodoo.

Maybe, I'll just have to knit a doll. You know. One that looks just like him.