Well, a little adversity adds to the storytelling and the fun memories, I suppose. But Joan is my witness: I am a magnet for the bizarre. It's almost as if I'm walking around carrying a sandwich board that says, "Blogger needs work. Please give me something to write!" and the universe is ever-so-kindly obliging.Ergo, if you wanna have a good time, call 5FR-EAK-SHOW, and go somewhere with me. Guaranteed to be memorable or your money back!
So after we had finished with one building, we hobbled through the mud and walked into a barn where there was a nice display of really great-looking felted items -- an amazing big dragon and some artistic figures of various kinds. I was admiring a very realistic-looking (well, except for the twee Christmas froufrou stuff attached to it) felted Sorel boot. I picked it up to show Joan, because it was tight in there, and she was using a walking stick and having trouble negotiating the place. A voice from somewhere behind me said, and when I say said, I mean shrieked, "Lady, can't you READ? It says do not TOUCH." I started to turn around and said, "What?" She said, "ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!"
Stunned, I dropped the felted boot and looked to see where this was coming from, with a huge smile on my face and a giggle. I have a lot of friends with slightly sick senses of humor, and it could very well have been one of them. But no. It was just that Halloween had come to Vermont a bit early. It was a lady sitting behind a barrier that we later not-so-affectionately referred to as "The Troll Lady."
The sign that said "Don't touch" was a handwritten Sharpy scrawl on a piece of lined notebook paper, stuck onto the shelving with a little piece of masking tape at hip level (whereas the items on display that I was admiring were up at eye level) and curled up from the rain.
Who ever heard of NOT TOUCHING THINGS at a fiber festival? It's a TACTILE experience. And if you don't want items to be TOUCHED, particularly at a fiber festival where touching is very much a part of the experience, put them behind glass.
So I put it down, and then she screamed at me to NOW, STAND IT UP! My sense of humor evaporated -- *poof* -- and I told her I shouldn't TOUCH IT, so I wasn't going to STAND IT UP. Joan and I both said, "We should LEAVE now," and made sure all the other booth minders in that barn heard us. And we did leave, looking at their uncomfortable smiles as we did so.
We were still talking about it in the lamb burger line, and the nice lady with a slight southern accent (wish I'd gotten her name and photo) in front of me said, "Where was she?" so I told her which building and where. She says, "Hold my place. I'm going to go TOUCH EVERYTHING in there." So I followed her in the pouring rain with my camera in hand, to record the fireworks for y'all.
Our new compatriot in crime goes in with a great flourish, after I had pointed out to her the troll lady, and starts touching EVERYTHING (it was the cutest thing EVER, and made me giggle). But the troll lady saw me, recognized me, and she slithered out of there, away from the display of felted items, past me, and, without making eye contact, said in a very teeny, grudging voice, "I like your sweater."
Memo to Vermont Sheep & Goat Association, with huge apologies to the remaining vendors whose booths we did not visit because we were turned off from the festival and left shortly after that, because none of this was your fault: If this had been my first-ever fiber festival, I would never go to another. Also, if this were my first visit to Vermont? NEVER, ever AGAIN. Welcome to Vermont, indeed.
BUT! I bought some wonderful things, and let's forget all about Troll Lady so I can show them to you.
I wish I could photograph this clearly and without a glare, but I can't seem to manage it. It was labeled "Celtic Agate," and it is stunning. I also wish I could tell you the name of the vendor, but I don't seem to have that info, either. It was the first vendor we happened upon that took credit cards, and I said to Joan, "I'm going to buy something here, JUST BECAUSE they take credit cards," and lucky for me, WOW, this stunning pendant was there. Score.
Once again, the photo does not do this luscious "Autumn Flame" sock yarn justice. It's Ivy Brambles SockScene 100% merino from Yarn and Fiber. Now, I know what you're thinking -- "You don't knit socks!"
True, but I planned on making a cowl with it. Well, as great fortune would have it, in the next booth I stopped, I got to try on one of Anne Hanson's wonderful neckwarmers, Spiraluscious, at the DyeDreams booth. I loved it, and I also loved the sweet KnitSpot kits she had put together -- choose your pattern, choose your yarn, and it all came packed in a great see-through plastic tote bag. Very neat. Joan got one, and I would have, but I had already bought this yarn at another booth. I bought the pattern from KnitSpot as soon as I got home.
Except for one other thing that I can't blog about, that's all I got at the festival, except for a few hugs and laughs and getting screeched at by Troll Lady. And that was followed by a wonderful meal -- complete with a really weird (but highly positive) experience of its own -- at a grill and pub in Waterbury called Arvad's. Highly recommended.
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