Today, I am very happy to report that I came through the wonderful Celebration of Wool day with a great sense of having chosen what I most wanted, without compromise or excess.
Is this a sort of coming of age as a knitter/yarn buyer? To emerge from a potentially orgiastic experience having maintained a level of self control that neither inhibited my enjoyment nor damaged my budget? (Here’s an indication of how far I’ve come. Last year, I had our weekly grocery money in my purse. I spent it. Oops.)
I arrived early at the markets. They start at 10am but you’re able to go in earlier if you don’t mind being around stall-holders still setting up. After a few minutes of wandering around, feeling a growing sense of anticipation, I found DrK and Georgiegirl (Rav Link). Soon after, we found our friends Donna and Ailsa at the combined Knitabulous Yarns/Random Knits stall. Bags and yarn. Yarn and bags. So much to take in!
We paused for a photo because as much as these days are about the wool and the products, they are also very much about our friends.
L-R, Me, George (back) Donna (back), Kylie/Drk, Ailsa. Look at us all in our oh so fine hand knits. These gatherings are always a feast of gathered knitwear. There’s always much stroking and admiring.
So, my purchases. Just three skeins and a bag.
First up, Glenora Weaving. I love these people. Their alpaca silk is the best thing they have to offer, I’m certain, although it’s all gorgeous. Last year I bought vibrant, vivid colours from them. This year, both DrK and I bought something more subtle from them. It’s called Camel.
It’s my favourite from today. That sheen! The yardage! 1300m/1421yds! Drk and I are both throwing around ideas, just a few hours after purchase. Shetland Tea Shawl? Something Estonian with a crazy amount of nupps? Who knows!
Two very pretty skeins of Carrie’s jumped into my bag. This red one, which I bought because I realised I have little in the way of straight red sock yarn. And reds are hard to get right – Carrie did a good job on this one.
And in a move that was quite different, I bought a delicately hued, subtly variegated yellow, such a creamy shade. It’s for Alice. For something.
After more wandering, I engaged, unwittingly, in my only shameless, brazen display of greed. I’m blushing even now thinking about it. Michelle has a newly designed project bag. I knew when I saw them that I’d probably want one but went back later in the morning, unsure if there’d be any left. The one I most wanted was still there and when I arrived at the stall, Michelle was showing her bags to customers. I caught her eye as she held aloft the bag I most wanted, indicating not-so-subtly that it was THAT bag I wanted.
A wink and a nod later, I was handing over cash as another woman’s jaw dropped in shock and disappointment. She had just been pulling money out of her purse for that very bag, the only bag made from a particular fabric. There was an odd, awkward stumbling moment whereby I didn’t know whether to relinquish the bag and she didn’t know, I presume, whether to fully express her true disappointment.
The bag, in the end, was mine. And here it is. Isn’t it cute? Can’t you see why I had to have it? With my background in studying Russian, and my love for many Russian things, these Babushka dolls were for me. No doubt about it.
You can read about Michelle’s bags, for which she is taking orders as they’re new and there aren’t many yet available, here.
So, all in all, a great morning. We were out of there relatively quickly, having said hello to people, done several circuits and escaped with a very pleasing loot gathering experience knocked over all before lunch.
Well done to the newbie stall holders. You have great talents and made a fabulous contribution to yet another Celebration of Wool day!