The Morning After

A bloody hangover...
Aye!

But not the kind
you are expecting.

Jame and I went
to the sheep and wool festival
and it exceeded all of our
high mark expectations.

Lovely fall day,
a tent with a dozen
knitting books,
the opportunity to
meet Stephanie McPhee
and have our books signed.

A hot dog and French fry lunch-
Ah! Junk food-
enjoyed to the beat
of the bango music
supplied by a folk group
assigned to the food tent.


We took a turn through the main building
with dozens of booths.

Hand dyed yarn, lace shawls made
with gossamer threads, yarn of
every description: alpaca, silk, merino.
You name it. It was there in every
shade and description.

Fiber artist heaven, need I say?

And then we went to hear a
presentation by Stephanie Pearl- McPhee
(the Yarn Harlot).

She spoke to a packed house.
Jame had to stand.
Some lovely man gave me his chair.

Her Canadian accent, her comedic
timing, her hilarious accounts of
a knitter's observations and
misadventures defies description.

I'm still replaying her witty lines.

About the Kauni cardigan*
she was wearing...
"Yes, I did a perfect job
on the color repeats. (Pause)
But I did one repeat too many
and ended with one sleeve
several inches longer than the other.
I only had to rip it out ONCE
and do it over.

We perused a few more booths.
Had a diet soda.
Came home
too tired to knit.

But the hangover
of good feeling
prompted
by McPhees' humor
lingers
into the morrow.

Please Lord,
help me to turn
my mishaps
in knitting and life
into fodder for
amusing anecdotes.

*To die for...
multicolored...
think rainbow in
tiny squares
separated
by stripes.


























































































antecdotes.