Is it safe? Can I come out now?
I've deliberately shielded myself from all the Rhinebeck love, because I've known for a year-and-a-half that I couldn't go, and yet, the closer and closer it got, the more painful it became to dwell on the fact that I would be missing the riotous orgy of wool, fiber and friends for another year.
But, I missed it because one of my best friends got married, and I was a bridesmaid. It was one of those weddings that the music was great, all our friends were there, and the next thing we knew it was 4 am and we were having dance party USA in Steph's hotel room.
It also marks the last wedding we have for another 6 months (WHOOHOO!!!)
Check these out:
Yes, actual finished objects, and yes, there are two, I just needed the other hand to take the picture, so use your imagination. (Not a real stretch there, it looks exactly like the first one.)
Having finished an actual project has been made even sweeter by two things:
1) I use these. I love these. They fit, I wear them at my client in PA, I wear them to drive, I wear them to walk the dog. I'm wearing them right now.
2) I knit them from my first plied handspun. They began their life with me as this:
(Grafton Fibers, purchased at SPA) and I spun the wool, plied it, and then knit it. And finished them, and love them. It's like the perfect storm of spinning/knitting, at least for someone like me who has big aspirations, and usually falls short.
I finished them while waiting my turn at the hair salon last Saturday morning:
but didn't get a chance to wear them with my dress. I would have definitely taken a picture of that. Instead you'll have to settle for a picture of how my hair turned out. I've never had an up-do done before (only down-curled dos), and I was really tickled with the whole thing.
It's just so fun to be sitting in a salon with a bunch of your girlfriends, getting ready for a big event.
You know what else is fun? Pink champange.
You know what's not? Black eyes:
Well, just one. I had a mole removed yesterday, and now when we're out, people keep shooting Eric dirty looks, and me sympathetic ones.
It would be funny, if it wasn't so not funny.