Back in May of 2005, I went to my first Sheep and Wool Festival.
Chelsea and I went together and we had THE. BEST. TIME.
I’d even argue that it was life-changing, since that’s the weekend I met Anne-Marie in person and now she’s legally my sister!
I met so many of my blogger friends that weekend (and little stuffed stand-ins for friends I’d meet later), turning my crazy imaginary internet friends into real-life, flesh and blood friendships I still cherish. It was such a beautiful weekend.
Wool Festivals became can’t-miss events for the next several years, beloved reunions with kindred spirits. Then, after I moved to NY in 2008, I just sorta stopped going A year later, I stopped blogging too. For the most part, I’d pretty much ditched everything knit-related.
Then, last year, encouraged by a brief knitting renaissance, I took Zuzu up to Rhinebeck.
We ate Pickles.
We looked at Sheep
We battled leaves with Balloon Swords.
Best of all, I got to reconnect with old friends and meet some new ones <3
(many of whom are not pictured)
You guys, it was SO nice.
I wasn’t sure if I’d go this year. I’d been waffling back and forth (especially after it turned out Anne-Marie couldn’t come up for it – I’m still sad about that)…I knew I’d waited too long to find a place to stay AND Adam and I got invited to a wedding that Sunday, so it seemed a little impractical anyway.
I got an email. A few of the old gang had some extra space in their house for the festival and wanted to know if I wanted to come up and stay with them! (YES! YES!) Then, as if that wasn’t a sign on its own, I discovered this lady was ALSO staying at the house.
There are a lot of people who won’t be there whom I miss and would have loved to see, but this Rhinebeck? It’s gonna be a little like getting the old band back together! It’s a partial mini time-machine back to 2005! ONLY WITH MORE CUTE, CUDDLY BABIES (and less Soju)!
I SO SO SO can’t wait.
T-Minus 2 days, peeps. T-Minus 2 days.
PS – Adam did get Zuzu to try on the sweater (which was intended to be her Rhinebeck Sweater.) It’s not good folks. It is SO. NOT. GOOD. I’m not sure I can let her wear it to *Rhinebeck*, y’all. It’s baaaaaaad. I might though, just so the horrendousness can be properly photographed. We’ll see.