My husband took me to Rhinebeck on Saturday. It was great.
This is the line of people waiting for ticket sales to start and the gate to open. Many people around us, maybe half, were wearing handknit sweaters and shawls. I find that really impressive. There were even a few handknit toques and mittens worn in line, probably made especially to wear at the festival. Too bad the weather was too nice. I spent most of the day in short sleeves so I was glad I had my handspun, hand-dyed, handknit miniature sweater. Its cuteness worked to break the ice with strangers. I wore the little sweater pinned to my shirt behind my Ravelry username pin.
There were some unusual spinning wheels.
I took few photographs, as I was occupied with shopping, looking at displays, talking with people, and eating festival food. Maple sugar candy floss is deadly stuff.
I saw a couple of women holding bundles of flax and I asked them about the flax processing workshop they'd taken.
At Looking Glass Wool I got a pound of Coopworth lambswool roving in an intense natural dark colour. Almost wish I'd bought two pounds. Got the last quarter pound bag of white Costwold lambswool roving at Solitude Wool. Tried the HansenCrafts minispinner quill attachment.
I'm glad I got to see the second-largest sheep and wool festival in the States. I don't know if you can relate but I felt irresponsible for wanting to drive all that distance and incur unnecessary expense. I got over it. I mean, Rhinebeck is cool. I reminded myself that the common experience of travelling to a market of merchant booths is something that goes way back in human culture at least to medieval Europe. Merchants swipe credit cards on iPads now and it's fried dough not gingerbread cakes, but still.