It’s absolutely incredible that I was at one point ambivalent about coming to SOAR (Spin Off Autumn Retreat). I drove up yesterday in the rain, met up with Janine, who is my spinning guru, and then took part in a mad well-orchestrated scramble for classes. I ended up with Alden Amos, As the Wheel Turns, this morning and I have Judith MacKenzie McCuin for Three Wild Downs (buffalo, yak, and cashmere) tomorrow.
The Yarn Harlot spoke last night, and brought the house down, despite the chill of the rain beating down on the huge outdoor tent. Watch the SOAR blog, I believe I heard they’ll be posting a podcast of it. As Stephanie’s tagalong, I snuck into a knit-glitterati studded party afterward, and had a grand time pretending to Be Someone, which I’m not, but if one sticks close by the Ones Who Are, and smiles a lot, no one seems to mind.
Oh, and I bought a wheel. Heh. A really inexpensive Ashford Traditional at a must-buy price. It’s the one I’ve been wanting, and I simply couldn’t pass it up. There was a rather shady looking exchange in the parking lot, cash flashing, passing of things from station wagon to station wagon. These are SO my people.
Ain’t she purdy? New Zealand, represent.
And I’ve been writing. I’m kind of exhausted. But really happy. Will write again here and catch up on email on Monday, okay? Peace out.
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