Historical Post #3

I'll double-check, but I do believe this is the last of the old news posts that never made it to the Blog proper, although the title implies I had more to say, so maybe not. 

Originally Titled "Gobsmacked All Over Again, part 1."

August 20, 2011

The Princess and I stole away to Knitapalooza (known to the rest of the world as Stitches Midwest). We've done this for the last 4 or 5 years. My mother, sister and nieces meet us there.  We rent hotel rooms. We have a knitting/girls' escape with classes and yarn and good food and room service for breakfast.

I truly love Stitches Weekend.  I love shedding all my responsibilities. I love the Market.  I love that we take the weekend (although now my ambition is to get there on the Thursday, when it opens). I love that I  learn something new every time.  I love room service (No, really, I love room service - someone else cooks your food, brings it to your room and then comes back and takes the mess away.  It is my firm belief that there is room service in heaven.).

I still haven't gotten up the nerve to sneak a camera in, though, so we'll just have to make do with my after the fact photos.

Class this year was Kathy Zimmerman's Ruffle, Frill and Scalloped Edgings. 

I'm afraid I'm no longer sure which was which. The Princess took the class, too.  It was humbling to receive proof positive that she is a much faster and better knitter than I.  You'll have to take my word for it.

In a true miracle of self-restraint, the only yarn I bought this year is for gifts, which, as we all acknowledge, doesn't count toward stash accumulation.  It also means I can't show it to you.

Actually, now that I think about it, I might have bought some yarn for charity,

but that doesn't count as stash, either.

Okay okay, okay.  So I might have made one measly personal yarn purchase, a mere single skein.

Silk Merino worsted from Ellen's 1/2 Pint Farm in Norwich VT, 1375 yards.

Yeesh.  Some people and their expectations of full disclosure.

Nothing like getting the past out of the way before the New Year.