The bags (of clothing and wool) are unpacked, the groceries bought, the laundry launched, and I'm back into my usual routine. It's a good time to reflect on the pleasures of last weekend. There was lots of beautiful hand-dyed wool, the sort I cannot get at my LYS,
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| Hanks of gorgeousness from Briar Rose. |
there were sheep, alpacas, and lamas,
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| A lama kiss about to happen (I wasn't as brave). |
humans in utilikilts,
knitters strolling in a state of bliss,
and fall colours at their peak.
Heaven. Where else can you walk up to total strangers and ask to feel what they're wearing?
