No, that is not the title of an eighth book, just the two big things that have happened this week! Wednesday afternoon, John, cousin, and I went to see the new Harry Potter movie: The Order of the Phoenix. Wonderful! I loved it! Almost as good as the first one, my favorite. The kids in the movie have grown up and changed some. Their acting is improving. The casting was great. Michael Gambon finally seems to be fitting into Dumbledore’s clothes a little better, (It’s been hard for me getting past Richard Harris as Dumbledore!), and the movie flowed well, hit the high points, didn’t leave out anything too significant. I think we may go again tonight!
So, HP5 was our recreation and relaxation before John and cousin took off camping Friday a.m., and I, having awakened zombielike from an 11 p.m. night before, setting up and previewing, got up at 5, fed the animals, and drove to Sue’s, from where we both drove to Manchester, N.H. to “man” our booth at the Knitting Guild of America “production”. There were classes and fashion show and vendor booths. What there wasn’t was enough people to justify 75 vendors, enough oxygen and new air in the cooling system, so that by 3, everyone was groggy, suffering from oxygen deprivation, I think. It was fun, though. We piled a LOT of stuff into one little 10 x 10 booth:
Basically, we thought to bring a touch of New England, so we brought our mill runs of our own yarn from our own sheep (left side), our handspun yarn with a backdrop of photos of our two farms and Sue’s store (middle), and our shearer’s yarn (right side), with a bit of Cherry Tree Hill and some new silk lace weight stuff Sue just got in the store which is beautiful, and of course, which name I forgot! Next to us was a delightful and funny woman selling “professional quality” irons which worked “by a new technology of heat transfer”. Over the course of the three days I was there, I learned a lot about steaming drapes on the windows, ironing linens on the bed, lifting the nap of corduoroy while ironing it (you iron corduoroy?), and many other totally useless facts about something I avoid like the plague. She had quite a spiel and sold several of her “regularly $400 but for this show only, $200” irons. (I confessed to her that my iron cost $10 30 years ago and was still going strong.)
Across from us was Sandy Terp of Moonrise in Hatfield, Pa. She designs and knits incredible shawls, and sells kits. Here is one I particularly liked, a goddess symbol shawl:
I confess that I succumbed: bought the shawl kit in that same pale sage color, and excitedly went back to my booth to begin…but alas, I couldn’t quite figure out the beginning. (Learning a new language or pattern writing style is sometimes difficult for me.) And further, we got “busy”, that is a few people wandered in, in all booths, so I put the shawl away for another time…which turned out to be the next morning before the market opened. I took my stuff to Sandy’s booth, and her friend, who was on duty in the booth, showed me how to begin and cleared up my questions. So, now, I went back to the booth, all prepared to begin:
Note new red hair! Also, note, to the left in the photo, my new mill spun jacob yarn, done by Pogo at Friends’ Folly Farm, an incredible job of spinning in which she did her best to keep the nature of the fleece, tweedy, rather than “homogenized” into grey.
I worked on the shawl for a few minutes, did a few rows, and then realized I had nothing there to show how my jacob looked knitted, so put away the shawl and spent the rest of the time, working on one of two rectangles which will make the beginnings of a poncho.
Also there was Deb Woolley (convenient name to have if you have sheep, right?) and her daughter, Dagney, representing their shop in Norway, Maine (one town over from where my Uncle John lived!) The Irish Ewe. Here’s Deb standing in her booth, waiting to greet customers. Dagney ran out of the photo–didn’t want her picture taken…
I got home Friday night at 8, made a quick dinner, stupidly answered my emails, and got to bed at 10:30, rising again at 5 a.m. for a repeat of Friday on Saturday. Last night, I got smarter, and went to bed at 9…and today, I’m home. Shari, another friend, is going with Sue today, and I’m getting caught up with chores. Between cousin’s being here and this show, I haven’t done much on the farm this week. So, there is much mowing, moving animals around (the pigs, particularly, desperately need new pasture, and the chickens’ village is getting a little foul (sic), so it needs moving.) I also have to make some calls to insure getting enough hay for the year. And, today, I also want to take a long look at the rovings I got back from Zeilingers on Friday: brown shetland, white and brownish coopworth. Then, there’s my Aran sweater sitting there calling out to be finished, and this new shawl…and the three other shawl patterns I bought and the two other types of laceweight shawl yarn…(what am I: CRAZY? why would anyone buy enough materials to make three laceweight shawls at one time? Must be that new red hair…)
Looks like overcast and probably rainy today: good day to sit inside and knit…and take a nap, a glorious nap…I’ve sure missed my little afternoon catnaps this week! I hope that all the people of Boston drive to Manchester today and buy enough yarn and patterns and other goodies so as to enable all those vendors to at least get back the exhorbitant booth rents they paid for this show! Probably too much to ask, but a person can hope, can’t they?