Sunday, October 22, 2006
In Which The Two SockKnitters Learn They Are Not As Clever As They Thought They Were
It turns out that while we were patting ourselves on our not-so-sneaky backs for arranging a surprise trip to Rhinebeck, she guessed what was up. So while we were spending our time trying not to give the secret away, she was spending her time trying not to let on that she knew anyway.
But no matter.
We had a great time. There was yarn, roving, two new drop spindles purchased (I still have not fallen prey to the call of the pretty, pretty wool) some new friends, some really delicious Italian almond cake, leaping llamas, pumpkin-hurling trebuchets, curly-haired sheep and a goat that nibbled on my clapotis tassel ... yeah. Good weekend.
We're unpacking right now, and contemplating bed (hung out with knitbloggers until very late last night) so here's a picture until I can get to the good stories. It's of a Bluefaced Leicester, the Fool's favorite kind of sheep. In particular, it's of a rather randy Bluefaced Leicester.