Yeah - if I had an email address. The one she had was a work one; outta action since she finished up almost 12 months ago now. Besides, if she had moved across the street, I think I’d probably knock on the door! No techno hiding defences there!
Oh, I thought you meant she was still in the other country but in a slightly different house (and thus phone #) than you had thought.
ETA: Basically I just meant if the issue wasn’t that she didn’t want to see you, you could easily make contact with her email…but if it’s that she doesn’t want to talk to you then (short of stalking) things get harder.
Yeah. Sometimes ya just gotta understand there are things you will never understand. Ever. 23 years eh? And I held her 2nd born before she did. A bizarre world. ‘Kiss my arse’ would have been a fairer farewell from her, I think.
Oh well. I guess everything must’ve meant nothing, 'cause nothing sure means everything.
That’s a kind of a crazy story!
I did thank you! I bought an armful of the squooshiest Alpaca yarn ever, some pretty buttons, an ergonomic crochet hook, kettle corn and an Italian salami. I admired many a sheep, as well as angora rabbits (which are hilarious as they are this much rabbit inside THIS much fur.
The weather was nice, pleasantly cool and a bit rainy but mostly not, there were lovely things for sale, and only a few entitled assholes brought strollers despite the NO STROLLERS rule. You can’t ask for much more at such a big event!
The one weird funny thing that happened was this:
At the stall where I bought the Alpaca, they went from having no line to suddenly having a line (it was like everyone at once noticed they were selling at a very nice price for the quality). So I’m waiting on the line-- there’s maybe 4 people in front of me – and a woman says, “excuse me, can you do me a favor?” I say “Sure,” thinking she is going to ask me to hand her something she can’t reach, or move over so she can get by, or something like that. " She says, “tell the people in front that they need to get their shit together because there are people waiting here!” I’m like, “ummmm… I’m sure they’re doing the best they can” but in my brain I was thinking “if you want to be a bitch, do it yourself-- I’m not doing it for you, you psycho!” WTF? Who thinks that telling other people to go and bitch someone out is normal behavior???
Sounds like it was a snarky, crafty day for some, Hello Again!
I’m not even going to ask what knitty people do with the squooshiest Alpaca yarn ever, some pretty buttons, an ergonomic crochet hook, and an Italian salami…
However, if it can kill people in other countries, please pm me.
There’s a no strollers rule? Glad I didn’t know that, or I would have been more annoyed.
I think the vendors are better inside the barns as opposed to the enclosed buildings. If you go into the barns you find more local vendors selling local fibers. You go into the enclosed buildings and it’s vendors from places like Texas and Colorado or people selling imported products.
You ever get one of the black bean and lamb tamales? They’re really good.
If you want to go to more of these things, I’d recommend going up to the Southern Adirondack Fiber Festival next year in Washington County, right across the Hudson from Schuylerville. The Washington fairgrounds are nicely laid out, it’s smaller and not as well-known (next year will be the third one), and there are lots of farmers from New York and parts of New England.
I’ll be out at the Big E for the New England Fiber Festival. That should be pretty much all inside.
I had someone oversleep for a work trip last week. And we’re not talking any 7:30, either–we were supposed to leave at 10:45. The person in question called at 10:43 to say she had just woken up. She finally turned up at 11:28. How the hell do you oversleep for an appointment that’s practically at lunchtime? During the week? For a work trip? Oy.
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I think I love you.
That is weird. I was holding a place in a very loooong line for one of my friends (the perpetual line at one of the yarn vendors, You Know the One I Mean, with the salespeople in fancy dress), and everyone there couldn’t have been nicer. The complete strangers in line next to us took a photo of our group and shared their cupcakes with us!
But that vendor should definitely have a cash-wench* working the queue outside (“Got exact change in cash for your purchase? Thank you, here’s your receipt, have a nice day!”) as well as the register-wench inside. My friend finally just gave up on her purchase because the wait was taking so long, and no vendor wants that to happen.
I won’t de-Pittify the thread by raving at great length about what a great day it was, but I’m glad you and your friend finally got there and had a good time!
*So named for the RenFairey costume and no contempt intended!
I know the Vendor of Whom You Speak and personally I just decided to meet the yarn in person quickly then buy some online later.
But other than Crazy Yell-at-Those-People-For-Me Lady everyone was SUPER nice. I guess she was notable because it was so weird and out of the spirit of the whole thing.