Flowers everywhere, just going nuts. And some demonstrating a floral sense of humor.
Maker Faire
(pictures here) was fabulous, but so overwhelming. Like some bizarre museum, it is stimulating and fatiguing at the same time.
The place was packed, there was a traffic jam all the way out to the freeway. The Faire was bigger and better than ever this year. Having the Yarn Harlot there was the icing on the cake, and we held each other's socks-in-progress:
She made us laugh, and her book, "Things I Learned from Knitting" gives me hope that I may yet learn something. I'm dubious at the moment, having again tackled a project I suspect I am genetically unable to do: lace. I got talked into a VLT knitalong, and have cast on and knit the same 3 starting rows about fifty-eleven times in two days. I am pretty sure putting in a lifeline on row 1 shouldn't be necessary. I did finish a pair of socks for a friend's boy baby, who just turned 6 months old, in leftover merino/cashmere yarn.
Maybe I am meant to churn out only socks. Heaven knows I have enough sock yarn to keep me busy for a few months. (Define few?)
One nagging question has remained with me since the Faire. Where did I go wrong: none of my children got tattoos and joined the circus. I have hope; they are still young.
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