I did head for the Knit Blogger meetup on Saturday. I think I need to figure out some way to improve my mixing and mingling experience. I sat on the grass with Liz and Ann of Crossroad Knits (I already knew and loved Liz, now I know and love Ann), and they introduced me to Amy [ack, can't find the blog link] and PepperKnit. Other than that, I didn't get to chat with many other folks. There seemed to be little groups of people, all giving each other sideways glances, and I'm sure some of them were saying to themselves "Do you think she's a knitblogger?" But, alas, there was no mechanism for identifying who was and who wasn't. Eventually I just left. But not before seeing this bitchin' pair of socks:
In my wanderings, I enjoyed watching some of the craftspeople who were keeping traditional skills alive, like this basketmaker:
When I win the Powerball (I always call it "Rollerball" which drives my husband crazy), I'm going to buy an antique sock knitting machine:
Right now, the $500-1000+ pricetag will stop me from even considering it. (I'll just fantasize about it, especially when gazing upon my overflowing queue of sock yarns.)
My photos from the winners' building didn't come out well, except for this photo of a bohus-style sweater:
I ran into my favorite podcasters, Knitty D and the City, who had established a base camp on the lawn. I feel remiss in that I haven't posted them on my blog, so here:
Quite a tongue on that Knitty D, eh?
My purchases were -- for once in my life -- not excessive. In addition to some undyed stuff for the Etsy shop, I picked up some Opal Neon & Panda Cotton (on the right); some Spirit Trail yarn, also for socks (on the bottom);
and some Fiber Company yarn that was discounted (Hah!). That's it. A model of restraint, wasn't I?