Rhinebeck was a learning experience.
The first lesson of Rhinebeck is that only the strong survive. The second lesson is that only the truly intrepid actually remember to take pictures. The third lesson was that opaque shower curtains crank up my morning sickness like no smells ever could, and (lesson 3b) that no amount of merino therapy will make me want to play Bingo after that. So I kinda crapped out on the Bingo. But the first day was fun!
Photos of loot to come - and oh, there was loot - but tonight's agenda is dinner with relatives and then making cookies. I'm too tired to take pictures yet.
Until then, let's play a game. Why were we late to Rhinebeck on Saturday? Let your imagination run wild. We got there around 11.
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You were late to Rhinebeck because.....
Hundreds of knitters had abandoned their cars on the highway discovering tufts of "something" on the side of the road... and thinking that the fair may have expanded this year they promptly threw it in park and ran like fiber hungry monsters, only to discover that it wasn't fiber but a bum in a 60's sheepskin jacket sleeping off an all nighter. By then, though, it was too late and the fried pickle truck had parked and just started firing up....
Am I close?
You had to stop to puke? Sorry if that was too graphic.
you were late b/c mao ate your car keys and maddie hid the camera.
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