Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Pass the Hemlock

I had the best weekend ever.  I can't remember the last time FC and I went on a car trip together, but we had such a great time.  On Friday morning, we hopped into the Rabbit and headed to Rochester, New York.  Our hotel was lovely- a great big king sized bed- and we proceeded to find the biggest shopping mall, where we shopped our heads off. Christmas presents, Tassimo disks, shoes- everything.  The people were very friendly and the shops are so cool- everything is different, even the grocery stores.

We ate dinner at Applebee's- I had a Weight Watcher friendly sirloin steak.  Then back to the hotel, where I woke up at 2:30 am, couldn't sleep, so I read almost a whole book, and then drifted off.  I always feel horrible when I only get a stretch of a couple of hours sleep.  We had breakfast. and headed down to, wait for it.... The Fingerlakes Fiber Festival- ba dum dum.



Unlike Rhinebeck-this is a smaller venue, in the charming village of Hemlock, NY.  I was meeting the Fat Cat Knits peeps, but I got there early and did a bit of shopping before the girls arrived.  From L to r in the bottom pic- Alice, Deb, Laura, Ginny, random Canadian and Deb.
Some Black Cotswold/Wensleydale lamb fleece, purchased from the shepherd at Windsong Farm.  She told us all about the lamb it came from- which was really charming.
 
I was seduced by all the autumn shades of fiber- from Tintagel Farm, Spinners Hill and Persimmon Tree Farm.

I also got this cool basket to hold all my spinning tools.

And this guy was wookin' pa nub- he let us scratch his head all we wanted.

Would I go back next year- ?  In a New York minute.








Thursday, September 6, 2012

Men Don't Make Passes....

....at women who wear glasses. Which brings me to today's amusing anecdote.

FC was putting out the recycle boxes, as it was a Wednesday.  He then walked to the GO Station, and on his way, stopped for a coffee at Tim Horton's.  Trying to count change, he quickly realized he didn't have his glasses, and couldn't remember where he had left them.

Superman finds a phone booth, as he is the only person on the planet without a cellphone, and calls home.  I was getting dressed (the bra was half on, and I will leave that to your imagination)- and answering the phone, I thought he was having a heart attack.  FC asks if I can go downstairs and see if the glasses are on the counter.  They weren't and he realizes that they probably fell off his head when he leaned down to put the box out.

Panicking, I drop the phone and run up the stairs- and at this very moment I hear the recycling truck coming around the corner. For a split second, I consider running outside in my "lingerie" but it's amazing how quickly these thoughts run through my head:

a) the bra did not match the pants,
b) this guy probably has enough problems, being a sanitation worker,
c) I am in need of a bikini wax,
and d) some schmuck probably has a cellphone, and the pic will go viral.

I throw on my t-shirt, and the sweat pants are half way up, just as the truck is pulling up. I tell you- I CHEEZED IT out there, and I quickly start rifling through the recycling.  At this point, the guy is off the truck- and looking askance at me.

I tell him I think my husband dropped his glasses in there.  He says he can't help me look- and I tell him to take the boxes.  The glasses were in the grass-

He says "you're lucky"- and hops back on the truck, out of my life.  I don't guess working for the city makes you a very sympathetic person.

In fact, HE was the lucky one.  He could have seen a very different scene, some crazy chickie in her bra and pants.

Some things, once seen, cannot be unseen.