It IS everything everyone says it is.
Jen, Chris and I met in Parsippany (just say it, fun, right?) and carpooled to Rhinebeck. Aside from the GPS deciding to take us off the NY Thruway for 7 miles only to get back on it, we got there just in time to stand in line.
To the fairground operators' credit--they did a great job herding everyone into the fairgrounds in an orderly fashion.
One of the first places we stopped was the infamous booth--The Fold.
Too crowded for my blood! And there weren't even the fabled lines snaking out of the booth and thru the building! But I can say now that I've "been there and done that."
You can't forget the food.
I basically took that one for my Mom. She digs cows.
The Pillsbury Boy Death Food Cart. Aww...poor Poppin' Fresh!
And of course you can't go to a fiber festival without enjoying some of the meatly-bounty of the sheep!
Roast lamb sandwich!
We didn't go thru any of the animal barns...but I did snap a picture of what I believe was the llama parade (unless they're alpacas).
And the people watching was amazing! My fave had to be the guy Chris pointed out to me sporting a head of balding purple hair. Because, as she put it, if you dye it purple, no one will notice it's falling out!
We even saw the Ravelry Royalty walking around (sans drooling mob, which I was a bit surprised at).
But the best was this woman (on the right) while I was standing in line to purchase a book (more on that later).
Sweet mother of fatzah! Blech! The only thing that would make that sweater authentic is if she spun the yarn she knit it out of from attic insulation.
Of course at the end of the day we had to take a picture of the back of Jen's car packed to the gills with all of our purchases.
Ha ha! Actually I bought some yarn too that didn't make it into that picture.
Here's what I walked away with:
Starting with the book (where I was when I snapped the picture of Squirrel Sweater), I couldn't resist. In fact we went back to get that one! I love Mochi-Mochi and the mini ones are just too much. I swear the older I get the more cutesy-girly I get. We then stood in line to get our books autographed.
The bag of fiber you see there is 2 ozs. of the most incredibly soft fiber I think I've ever touched. It's a camel/silk blend that I purchased from Skaska Designs. It was $25. That's pretty rich for my blood, but when I realized that they're HQed in Fort Collins, CO (Go Rams!) I caved. Had a nice conversation with the guy running the money box about how much Ft.C has changed in the 10 years or so since we've been there.
And finally, I think you know what the last ball of yarn there is.
Yes. Quiviut. Not 100% though. I couldn't cave that much. It's the "Luxury" blend--45% quiviut/45% merino/10% mullberry silk.
I bought this at Windy Valley. Now one of the reasons I wanted to stop there is because this farm used to be located in lovely Palmer, Alaska.
But I guess, unbeknownst to me, they sold the farm and moved to Yuma, CO.
The guy running the money box there really didn't have anything nice to say about Palmer. He mainly complained about the weather. Which, to be quite honest having lived in both Palmer and Colorado--I'll take Palmer ANY day. And dude, it's Alaska of course the sun's not going to shine!
I guess since I was born and raised in the Land of the Midnight Overcast Sun, I don't mind the rain and crappy weather.
All in all though--it was a great little road trip and I'd love to go again!