Because I am normally so prone to sugar-coating things, I'm really having trouble writing this post.
I really crack myself up.
Where do I go from here with this, I wonder, because I love Vermont so much. Despite the fact that my very favorite bumper sticker in the whole wide world says
WELCOME TO VERMONT. NOW GO HOME.
...I don't really mean it. I want you to come and I don't want to speak ill of my state or what it has to offer in any way. And I want to support my local vendors as much as possible, as well as those poor out-of-state vendors who paid whatever it is they paid to set up their booths at the godforsaken Tunbridge Fairgrounds site and tried to offer up their wares (and especially the ones who have entered the 21st Century and accept credit cards, because there is no ATM machine on the Tunbridge Fairgrounds, gah).
Granted, if the weather had been perfect, it might have been a charming and sweet little site for a fiber festival, assuming one had remembered one's checkbook or cash. Alas, the weather was not perfect.
Here we have the poor people at the entrance booth and table, standing ankle-deep in cold water and mud, trying to sell VT S & W logo stuff. The lady advised, "Get it now, while you can! We are SELLING OUT!" Um, well, maybe not so much.
And here I am, getting a cold shower under a leaky umbrella:
BAD HAIR DAY
This site is not suitable for inclement weather. Full stop. We stood in line freezing our biscuits off in the pouring rain for 20 minutes in order to get a lamb burger, but when we were almost at the front of the line, we asked ourselves, "Where will we eat it?" There are a handful of picnic tables on site, all out in the open. There was no place to sit down to eat under cover. We were sick of it all. We left at that point and drove north for a fabulous lunch in Waterbury, and then home.
Luckily for me, this was not my first fiber festival (because if it had been, I would be put off from fiber festivals forever more), and especially not my first wet and cold fiber festival, because I was prepared. This time, at least, I did not almost die of hypothermia. I didn't therefore have to go in desperate search of already-made knitted woolen items to purchase, which are in curiously short supply at a sheep and wool festival. Props to my Peace Fleece sweater, my Noro Silk Garden scarf, and my handspun fingerless mitts. The leaky umbrella had to go into the trash when I got home, though.
I wore my favorite leather Ariat boots with the wool Trekking socks that Cari made me all those years ago, and they served me well. But thermal duck boots or Wellies would have been a better choice, and I definitely would have preferred to not subject my favorite boots to all the wet and muck. I love those boots to death, and they are many years old. That model is sadly no longer made, so I was really upset that I was putting them through this torture:
Mud and puddles (almost) everywhere, and no attempt made by the fairgrounds people to ameliorate the problem with hay or boards or wood chips or the like. Very frustrating.
It was great seeing a few of my local friends, and I saw the sweater I now know I want to knit with my Shaba green Peace Fleece:
Isn't she cute, even though her lips are blue? She's meowkat in Ravelry. Her sweater is not knit in Peace Fleece, but I know it would be perfect in it, and I love it. The pattern (Rav link) is in Vogue Knitting Holiday 2004, and I've already ordered it. I have a mod or two in mind for mine.
Yay for Ball & Skein! and yay for Nightingale Fibers and yay for Dye Dreams and for Yarn and Fiber Co., and others. I did buy a few truly wonderful items from vendors that would accept credit cards and borrowed a check from Joansie to buy one thing as well. But oh man, at the end of the day I asked Joansie, "If you had not been with me today, and I had written all this in the blog, would you have believed that it really happened?"
I'm tired. You'll have to wait 'til tomorrow to hear the answer to this question, asked by a lovely stranger in the lamb burger line ahead of us who later tried to become my partner in crime:
"Do you cause trouble everywhere you go?"