The Fiber, It Speaks

It has been a week since the move and we're still buried in the craziness of unpacking and organizing.  The nice thing about moving in with your best friend is that you often have some of the same priorities.  So while the kitchen has yet to be found beneath the boxes of pots and pans, the living room has almost reached the level of perfection that our television obsession demands.

Despite the fact that I've been trolling for jobs all over town and Andrea has been working crazy early shifts, we managed to take time off on Friday to go to the North Carolina Agricultural Festival here in Raleigh.

In addition to fair rides and crazy expensive, unhealthy, and addictive fried food, the festival is home to the Carolina Fiber Fest!  Long-time readers of this blog might remember that I've never been to a fiber festival, so I was very excited to go.  This was a much much smaller event, but it was a lot of fun.  We wandered through all the booths, touching absolutely everything.

I wish I had taken more pictures, especially of Andrea as she transitioned from bored to knitting convert.  We will be making a trek to a nearby lys soon, and not to buy yarn for myself.

I did make a few purchases, including this obscenely low priced wool hand-dyed sock yarn.  It spoke to me. And really, can you leave behind yarn once it asserts itself in such a vocal fashion?  I thought not.

I also picked up these lovely vintage buttons.

More on that later.

I'm now determined to go to a large-scale fiber festival in the near future.  Though I'm fairly certain I will have to save up at least as much as is needed for a successful Dragon Con trip.  Which makes the job situation just a little more dire.

Why I Hate My Mother but It's OK

Sorry for the lack of updates lately.  I can't believe I missed WIP Wednesday again!  Well, actually, I can.  I've been sick off and on for the past week.  Just when school starts getting beyond the point of insanity.  But you're not reading this to hear me whine about my life, you're wondering what could possibly make me publicly declare that I don't like my dear old mum.

Well I'll tell you.  Two weekends ago, while I was slaving away over school and trying to not be so sick, my mother went to a fiber festival.  My mum.  The one who has only been knitting for a year?  Yeah, that one.  She went to a fiber festival.  While her dear daughter who takes her phone calls about "how to tell when you've accidentally purled instead of knitted" and "can I send you a picture? I don't think this is right", I've never been to one!  I ask you, where is the justice in this world?  How come she gets to go? It's just not fair!

But it's ok.  You know why?

That's why.  Wednesday night a gorgeous teal and green skein of Brook's Farm Four Play showed up in my mailbox.  Along with some gum and a clipping from the funny papers.  But it's Brook's Farm Four Play!  The woman has gone from "what's a purl stitch?" to picking out gorgeous, well crafted yarn in just a year!  I'm so proud.  And that's why it's ok.  A) Because she gave me yarn which automatically placates hostility, but B) also because she used good taste.  She claims it was on sale, but that just wows me more.  My mother sniffed out a wool/silk blend with enough yardage to make a scarf and IT WAS ON SALE!  That's how amazing that is.  I can't wait to knit it.

And yes, that's a Doctor Who novel on the table there.  It's my latest fun book.  You'll hear about it soon, I'm already halfway through and it only arrived last night.  I've already ordered more (thank you Amazon Prime!)