Rhinebeck Files, part 2 - yarn porn

These are the cute free range llamas I referred to previously. Blogger wouldn't let me post any more pictures before.

Honestly, this entire day is going to go badly. It's not healthy to put a yarn addict at a fiber fair! It's like sending a alcoholic to an Oktober fest or something. One very positive phenomenon I can report is that I did not get the itch to spin. Oh, don't think they didn't try to seduce me with the beautiful spinning wheels, the artsy drop spindles, the beautiful braided fibers and the bales of sheered stuff in cotton candy arrays. All I kept thinking was - when the hell would I ever be able to knit??

The fair grounds were chock full with vendors. I had to set a plan, what am I looking for or will I just randomly buy whatever moves me to tears. I decided to do both! The first place I was lured into was a stall that was set up like a living room sort of. The grandma was in the rear spinning and the cutest little girl was sitting on a small couch reading.

I kept staring at some skeins of super bulky mohair boucle. Another woman calls over the little girl and asks her to find me a color. I kept picking up a tan, a red, an orange and a turquoise skein. The woman said that the little girl had a multidimensional sense of color. I bought the turquoise because that's what the little girl said would go best with my skin.

Below are some of my other favorite acquisitions.