Friends, I mourn.
Because I have just attended what I fear may be my last ever Strange Folk festival.*
So, of course, I appreciated the hell out of it while I still could.
Remember my challenge from late last week? By Thursday evening I’d finished the largest portion of the calf. I knitted during the entire Cardinals game – and on the train, both ways – on Friday night. Then I woke up at 7am on Friday, knitted the foot, and kitchenered-off at about 9:30 while Jeff was in the shower.
I had plenty of time, dudes. No sweat.
(That color is accurate, if a bit overdark).
Further proof (photos taken Saturday evening back at home):
And then I’m all, “Holy shit did I really just knit a pair of knee socks in 5 days?”
There HAS to be a 12-step program for knitting. Please tell me there is.
I love those knee socks, though. The yarn is glorious, and made that much more special by the consideration shown in its procurement. It’s the perfect combination of knitting + love. Jeff rocks.
Anyway. Strange Folk. (My mind is way too scattered lately…)
That banner gives me a happy. A sight for sore eyes.
I think this was the largest I’d ever seen the festival:
In a way, approaching that field was like coming home. I knew exactly what to expect, but at the same time I had no idea what I’d find. I love that feeling.
I also love how they have the adoptable animals strategically located near the entrance/exit, and these awesome directional signs scattered about:
Kitten cheeks = universal navigation.
I really wanted to take these babies home with me:
I bet you can guess how THAT turned out, though. ::sigh::
(Tenth Life, y’all. Great organization. Give them money, or take a cat.)
After Jeff dragged me away from the kittens, I started yarn bomb stalking:
I love it.
You know Jeff and I can never resist a cupcake:
It provided the vital energy required to go forth and shop.
Speaking of shopping (and people-watching :-)):
We also nommed gyros (Jeff) and chicken sausage in dubious casing (me, and I won’t be doing that again.), and caught up a bit with Kara, Deborah, Sharon and Mindy. Allegedly Kim was there, too, but I didn’t see her.
All this went down with a background of great music – every singer/group I heard was fantastic, especially the harpist: who knew that “Space Oddity” lent itself so well to the harp?
The booths were all amazing this year: great variety, and very little duplication of genre. All my favorites were there, as well as some newcomers. Everyone I spoke with was super nice, and my only problem – as usual – was that I was unable to purchase something from everyone.
(I’m also, apparently, too shy to ask people to take photos of their booths: I didn’t get a single one, even of Dyeabolical and their primo location.)
I was good. As good as I could be.
This was my favorite: Lets Be Friends had a whole bunch of super adorable furry stuffed”Woodland Friends” monsters, and I wanted to take them all home with me. Until I saw that she also had mystery Woodland Friends: you buy a little felt bag…
And open the top stitching, to reveal your mini Woodland Friend inside!
That’s about the cleverest thing I’ve ever seen, and I love my tiny new Woodland Friend. (He’s destined to live on a shelf in an eventual Hoopling nursery, I’m thinking.) I hope the shop owner puts some of her other Friends online soon, for you to see! They’re all just so adorable.
(Update 9/27 – I just found some great photos on Flickr, from another festival attendee. Here are the full-size Woodland Friends!)
This apron was my “big” find, a half-apron from Thimblism:
Check out that print:
Is it not absolutely fantastic? And I love a half apron with a pocket. So useful.
I also found a yarn (of course):
That’s my first dose of Dyeabolical Bling sock, and I think it’s destined to be some pimpin’ winter socks. I may invent a pattern and call it “Pimpin’ in a winter wonderland” and it’ll have mountains and snowflakes and swirling drifts. And bling.
I also got some more Candle Kitty tart melts and a little tealight:
These are seriously the best-smelling soy candles ever. Love it! (I got the melts in “Amish Harvest”, and it’s amazing and complex and wonderful.)
And from Rar Rar Press, a “Knitta Please” button:
My life is now complete.
Bonus Woodland Friend goodness:
My face looks happy, but my heart is sad: because now there’s no more Strange Folk.
Thank you, Strange Folk, for all the memories. And music. And food. And stuff.
PPS>Upon reflection, it turns out I incorrectly attributed the source of my awesome necklace in last year’s post – must’ve gotten my business cards mixed up. That necklace was from Anna Ourth Jewelry, and this year I had to go by her table and tell her how much I love that necklace. And wish to purchase all the rest of her inventory.
*Unless the winds of fate change and for some reason we’re still living in St. Louis this time next year. Which is highly unlikely – pending some clerkship-related anomaly – given that Jeff has received a lovely job offer in Washington DC.