I’ve realized I never quite got around to posting about the fun of Irish Fest, which was back in mid-August. I spent much time visiting with my sister and the kids. I also made an excursion to what some might consider a yarn mecca - The Fold - in search of some Socks that Rock. next time, I need to consider what weekend I pick to go. apparently the week following Stitches Midwest is not the best of choices. but it was still fun. I met up with Heather (who I’d met at Camp Knitty a couple weekends earlier), since she lives not too far from there (jealous!).
en route to the Fold, I got lost in Whitewater (which shouldn’t happen. I know the town pretty well, considering lots of family lived there. my grandmother still does, matter of fact.) due to road construction. I ended up at the library, which just so happened to be having a book sale. I found some old knitting books, then hopped on the computer to double check directions and figure out how to get where I was going.
back on the road, driving thru the countryside of southern Wisconsin, I see a sign:
of course, I have to stop. what a great shop! I knew there were shops in the area, but I hadn’t really mapped them out or anything, so it was a fun surprise. I came home with a few things:
some sale yarn (a month later, that’s the only reason I can figure I bought laceweight) and a cute notepad
if you’re in the area, you definitely need to stop. here’s their website.
finally made it to the Fold and had a fun time with Heather, oohing and ahhing and petting all the fibers and yarns.
and of course, I had to come home with something:
the Gypsy Girl Creations yarn is local to the area, and she has an awesome Gryffindor color that I resisted buying.
Saturday I poked into The Yarn House. my friend Ginny said she still loved the hat and it sort of came up that a scarf to match would be nice. so I was poking around a bit and almost bought some yarn to match the hat. and then I found the Tweedy Cotton Classic that I’d been looking for for a project I want to make. so that took priority (since this will be outgrown if I don’t make it soon enough.)
Irish Fest itself was pretty fun the first few days - Thursday & Friday we had good weather. Saturday was rather cool & rainy all day and I left early. waffled a bit on whether I wanted to stay or not for Sunday, and decided it’s probably be better to just head home. only to have my ‘worn brakes’ light light up on the dash. yeah, like I could find something that’d be open on a Saturday night. after a bit of an ordeal I found a hotel room (Irish Fest tends to make finding a room hard, especially on short notice) and stayed the night and miraculously found something that was open on Sunday to fix my brakes. yay! so my sister, her husband and the kids came out to entertain me - we went to Build a Bear - and as we finished up, the car was ready. and then I headed home.