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Update #1: My shawl won a blue ribbon at the Champlain Valley Fair! I couldn’t believe it when I saw it, all folded up and looking pretty under the Winner’s Circle banner – I felt like I was dreaming! I took my $6 winnings and had a grand old time at the fair with my friends Liz and Patrick, hanging out in the beer tent, eating all the foods on sale that were bad for us (this took up most of our time), and going on the ferris wheel which was definitely not terrifying.

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Photo Credit: Hillary Turner

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Photo Credit: Elizabeth Crawford

Update #2: My shawl won a blue ribbon at the Tunbridge World’s Fair! This fair is a little bit different because they don’t give one blue ribbon per category, and that is the best entry. Instead, they judge everything on its own, and a blue ribbon simply means it was of a certain quality. (Red ribbon would mean that a few mistakes were noticed such as the ends weren’t woven in completely, and a yellow might be a bigger mistake like the seams were crooked or the blocking was poor.) My winning check (yes, check) for four whole dollars still sits, uncashed, on my dresser – I should probably head to the bank, get that puppy cashed, and go out and have a rip-roarin’ good time!

Update #3: NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) begins in 24 days, and I think I may pass out from fear/poor preparation. NaNoWriMo is a worldwide self-challenge where you try to write an entire novel of 50,000 words (150 pages) in one month, which means an average of 5 pages per day. This insanity occurs every November and has hundreds of thousands of participants from all over the world. The neat thing about it is the community aspect – you get emailed pep talks from prominent published authors every week, can be ‘writing buddies’ with fellow participants, and most regions have their own chapters that host all night write-ins at local libraries, or other kinds of group support. The purpose is not to have a finished, polished novel at the end, but to have all of your ideas down on paper, that can then be edited and spruced up later. I have wanted to participate in this for six years now, but decided I couldn’t commit to it until I was out of school and had more time. So this, being the first November that I’ve been out of school, will be my first attempt! I am very nervous/excited, and if anyone would like to join me in this “thirty days and nights of literary abandon,” a link to the NaNoWriMo website can be found here, and a link to my personal profile here.

Update #4: The Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival was so fun! It took place last weekend in Tunbridge, VT, at the same fairgrounds where the Tunbridge World’s Fair and my shawl were held last month. It was a bit rainy and muddy, but a sturdy pair of hiking boots and a good raincoat took care of both of those pesky little problems, and the rest of the fair was awesome. I used my usual method of taking a preliminary sweep through the whole place, jotting down items/prices I liked, and then at the end mulling it all over with my wallet and going back to pick up the things I couldn’t live without. This time that included some absolutely scrumptious yarn from Nightingale Fibers that was 70% baby alpaca, 20% silk and 10% cashmere, 1300 yards of lace weight for $32. I nearly fainted at that quality and quantity for that price. The stuff is soft as a cloud and comes in many gorgeous color ways – and if you’re not into knitting lace, they have plenty of worsted, sport, and bulky options as well, in addition to their heavenly roving. I chose the color Bluebell, and I can assure everyone that I will be paying these folks a visit again – one skein for an entire shawl!

I also got a wool/mohair blend for a Christmas gift I’m working on, and then walked by a booth at the very end that stopped me in my tracks. Looking down at me from all over the booth were dozens of gorgeous needle felted ‘paintings’, something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. I bombarded the woman behind the table with excited questions for over a quarter of an hour, and then raced off to find myself some colorful bits and pieces of wool roving for felting purposes, which I found at Frosbite Falls Farm’s booth. They don’t seem to have their own website, but their information can be found here. The booth with the needle felted ‘painting’s’ belonged to Heartbeet Lifesharing, which is a farm in Hardwick, VT that works with residents in their community with special needs, part of which includes creating and selling the artwork. Which leads me to…

Update #5: I made this.

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Photo Credit: My crappy computer

I apologize for the terrible quality of this picture – my camera is currently dead. :/

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The County Fair

I felt like an anxious parent dropping my kid off for his first day of college today as I stood awkwardly in front of a desk manned by two blue-clad, older women, waiting for one of them to check me in. Yes, that’s right: I was dropping off my lace shawl to be entered into the Champlain Valley Fair, the big county fair in the Burlington, Vermont area. The last time I entered something in a county fair was in high school, back in the teeny tiny Blandford, Massachusetts fair, and I was in the youth division. I remember the experience distinctly: several busy, no-nonsense elderly women held out impatient hands for my and my sister’s forms, and we stood nervously while they looked them over with a swift and critical eye. Every year my incredibly patient, kind, and loving father would be standing there juggling my yarn/knitting/cross stitch and Emma’s photography/artwork/jewelry, trying to explain to the women why we were late/didn’t have the forms filled out correctly. The volunteers would adopt a look that no-nonsense old ladies seem to have perfected: one that is at once polite and pained, sympathetic and stern. It’s the kind of look that says “I don’t have time for your shit right now so I’m going to beam you with my guilt-inducing laser eyes while maintaining a brisk and professional demeanor.” I always felt that that my amazing handwork ought to have earned me a tad more respect from these ladies, and assumed their behavior was a reaction to my youth and general ineptitude. However, it turns out that’s just how fairs are! (unless I’ve simply turned into a generally inept adult.) Here is a fairly accurate representation of how my check-in went:

 

Me, trying to stand near enough to the table to be clearly visible as needing something, but not so near as to be crowding the two very obviously busy elderly ladies.

Busy Lady #1, finally noticing me, barking: ‘What?’ 

Did I mention she was busy?

Me, shuffling forward, mumbling: I just wanted to drop off my shawl for the fair.

BL#1, appraising me critically and shrewdly, noting all of my faults as a human being and fair applicant: You’ve never entered here before, have you?

Me, shaking my head nervously: No, I haven’t. Fumbling as I take out my form: I have my form right here.

BL#1, turning away: I don’t have time for you right now, I’m waiting for one of the judges. 

Me, backing away slightly and clutching my shawl: No problem, take your time.

I stood awkwardly for a few minutes, witnessing the frantic energy with which the gigantic room was being assembled. People (women mostly) were bustling from place to place, organizing various crafts into categories, checking tags and folders and forms, and generally resembling a highly efficient military operation. Seriously, the government should look into hiring more county fair volunteers. A moment later a blond woman (presumably the judge, since BL#1 had time for her) came rushing up with a wreath decorated with birds and fall leaves. The two fell into a deep and detailed discussion about how best to display the wreath, and the distinction between a crocheted doily that was in the ‘crochet’ category vs. a crocheted snowflake that was in the ‘holiday’ category. The judge was not immune to BL#1’s businesslike attitude:

‘Well, if she wants to sell it, we need to have a form on file. If she doesn’t have a form and it sells, we pocket the money.’

She smiled a little at that, and I wasn’t sure if she was just kidding or congratulating herself on her clever get-rich-quick scheme. Finally, Brisk Lady #2 arrived.

BL#2: Can I help you?

Me: Yes, I have my forms to enter a shawl in the fair? Trailing away – …I wasn’t sure what category it should go into…

BL#2, sighing and taking my half-completed forms: Well, it could go into the ‘Stoles and Ponchos’ category, would that fit?

Me, uncomfortably: Well, a stole is usually rectangular and kind of like a wrap, and this is circular and definitely more of a shawl.

BL#2, looking over her glasses at me: How about a poncho then?

Me, more uncomfortably: Well, ponchos are rectangles or circles with a hole in the middle for your head to fit through, so this isn’t really a poncho either…

BL#2: Well then, what about the ‘Other’ category then?

Long pause.

Me: You know what, ‘Stoles and Ponchos’ is fine.

As she finished filling out my forms for me and had me fill out the top half of a W-9 form in case I win a blue ribbon and the whopping $6 that comes with it, I handed over my precious, beautiful shawl with more than a little trepidation.

‘Ooh, it’s so soft!’ she said with legitimate warmth, feeling the delicate baby alpaca strands with appreciation. We smiled at each other, and I paused, not wanting to spoil the moment and unsure if there was anything else I had to do. She snapped back into ‘volunteer’ mode.

‘That’s all we need, you can go now.’ She turned away with my shawl tucked under her arm, still folded up and without even having seen it. There was no time for that. 

I kept looking back at my little college freshman project as I walked away, nearly running into the judge, who was pushing a cart laden with bins of what I can only assume were more crocheted doilies. It was hard to tear myself away – it felt like it was all over so quickly, and thoughts of spills, accidental tears and misplacements crowded in my already anxious brain. But I shook my head free of them as I sank into the driver’s seat of my car – after all, these ladies run a damn fine fair.

 

Interested in visiting this year’s fair? Click the link here to find tickets and more information.

 

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The Shawl – Photos!!

Well, the shawl is done, and here are the photos! I am planning to enter it into the Champlain Valley Fair – please let me know what you think!

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all of the laundry I’ve been neglecting…blocking is more fun! ImageImageImage

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Knitter’s Remorse

There is an oft-discussed phenomenon when someone is buying a house known as buyer’s remorse, which is when a person buys a house, gets super excited, and then, upon moving in, discovers a million things he/she does not like about it. The upstairs bathroom sink is drippy, there’s mold in the attic, you can clearly hear the neighbors doing things you’d really rather not have to think about….etc. Whatever the reasons, all of a sudden you are thinking that maybe buying this house wasn’t such a great idea after all.

I contend that there is a similar phenomenon experienced by knitters, and I’m going to tell you about mine. I just finished a shawl that I have been working on for three years now. And by ‘working on for three years’, I mean, of course, ‘working on for five months, losing for two years, then working on for two months.’ Obviously. So a few nights ago, there I was at 1am on a work night, racing the clock to get this thing off the needles so I could go to bed. Finally – FINALLY – I knit the last, wonderful, beautiful stitch (pictured below), and I fell into bed, utterly content and pleased with myself. The shawl was wonderful. Perfect, even. I needed to weave in the ends and block it, and then it would be the nicest shawl you’ve ever seen. Until last night.

Last night, Brandon got home from his bi-weekly commute to Massachusetts at around 11:00pm, and was ready to drop from sleepiness. Before we turned in, I asked him excitedly, “do you want to see the shawl?!” to which he very kindly replied, “of course I do!” So I got out the little plastic shopping bag I had it in (what else?) and held it up for him to see. It was the first time I had held it up and looked at it since finishing it, and then I had been delirious with tiredness. The second I let it hang from my arms, I knew something was wrong.

“Wow!” Brandon said. “Babe, that looks amazing!”

“No, it doesn’t.” I said. He looked confused.

“What are you talking about? It’s awesome!”

“No, it isn’t.” I folded it up and put it back in the bag.

“Wha…?” Brandon’s confusion was not difficult to miss. I flopped onto the bed next to him.

“I used the wrong yarn!” I wailed. Brandon’s eyes bugged out in sudden fear. “I used ALPACA. I knew I should have used mohair like the pattern suggested, but I was too cheap and I used ALPACA, and now it’s not going to keep its shape! Didn’t you see how it stretched down from my hands where I held it up, instead of staying firm?” At this, Brandon utilized the only sensible course of action left to him. He rolled up a magazine and whacked me on the hip.

I’m mortified by my mistake and afraid the shawl is going to hang terribly after it’s blocked. My only hope is that the hot iron will shock it into staying stiff, but I know it’s useless. I’ve decided I’m going to enter it into the Champlain Valley Fair – the big country fair of the Burlington area – but I know with that one mistake I haven’t got a hope of winning a ribbon. Next time, I will choose quality over my wallet!

I am hoping to have pics up by tomorrow or Friday – I’m a little behind on homework, so thank you for your patience!

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