Holy crap, how about those Red Sox? As I'm writing this, it's the bottom of the 8th, 9-2. BUT. It IS the Red Sox. I love those guys, but like most men, they fall short of goal on a regular basis*. And the fat lady has not yet sung. (*am I maybe being too harsh? nah. hee)
Oops. I had not yet finished writing that sentence and now it's 11-2. Okay, so perhaps the fat lady is warming up her vocal cords.
Sorry, that was just a little baseball aside. You didn't know I liked baseball, did you? There is a baseball story in my past. You don't know everything about me yet. And you can take that to the bank.
Let's talk more wool festival, shall we?
I promised photos, and I've got photos.
A woman and her mini. This has nothing to do with sheep and wool, perhaps. But a woman needs transportation, doesn't she? Okay, then.
Not the fat lady, but they're singing. They were adorable performers. (P.S. The Red Sox fat lady, she IS now singing. Cool.)

Artichokes French, my verdict: Worth the always-long wait.
Funny women Ann (another Mini-owner) and Vicki and fab chicken pot pies. (Have I mentioned the food at the New York Sheep & Wool Festival is the best of any event ever, anywhere? I'm not kidding.)
Favorite food-related conversation of the weekend:
LEIGH: I've never had bread pudding. What is it?
SANDY: It's made of bread and eggs and cinnamon and sugar and ...
LEIGH: So it's sort of like bread meatloaf?
Vietnamese spring rolls from the Culinary Institute tent. Yes, you read that right: Culinary Institute tent. I need a bigger stomach. Not a bigger abdomen -- a bigger stomach.

Gorgeous Cara. (those were her spring rolls up there)
My lamb chops, spinach, and lamb ravioli. (so.freakin'.GOOD)
A woman's gotta have a bag. (My signature is on the bottom right corner. See it?)
Orange Shirts A-Go-Go. Jess, Rachael et moi.
Hello, my name is Norma. I'm a Ravelry Flunky. (but lovely Jess gave me a button anyway)
Says Sandy: "Norma, this is not-Not Plain Jane." At least that's what I heard. I thought it was a double negative, but I was wrong. She was just stuttering. This is NOT Plain Jane.

A photo especially for Dave.
This was my favorite Rhinebeck festival ever. Favorite! I think it was because I didn't focus much on the shopping, but on taking it easy and enjoying the people and the atmosphere and not trying to attend everything that was happening and not worrying so much about other people. As always, I did not get to see and do everything, and I did not get to see everyone I might have liked to see, but it was a thoroughly enjoyable weekend. I got to spend some time with lots more people than I have photographic evidence of, and built up many more lovely memories.
There's much more to tell, but I'll save that for another day.
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