Bust.
I won't be making it to Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool Festival this year.
Alas.
Think of the hit my yarn stash is going to take because I won't be there to sop up new yarns from different places.
No, don't look at earlier posts, detailing all the yarn I bought in August in Seattle, none of which has been knit yet. Don't look over there, la la la la la, look over here. Oooh, shiny!
Seriously, though, I've got a few things going on that weekend, like a Dar Williams concert, and I'm going to Provincetown on Saturday to help a friend deliver cupcakes from his business. And, true, I now have 21 bins of yarn sitting in my room, taking up most of the free space there. I really do need to start knitting my stash. My friend Erick has threatened an intervention in my yarn buying, so I guess it's getting pretty dire.
But I did so want to wander Rhinebeck, and see all the cool yarns there, and look at the alpacas and dream of taking one home with me, and eat maple cotton candy. Not this year. Next year. Because by next year I'll have run out of yarn!
It's good to dream.
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