Warning: this blog is being highjacked by knitting topics for the next few days. If that isn't your thing, come back on Monday, when it will be released into randomness again.
Here I am in a swanky moderne hotel in Tacoma, Wa. I'm here for my annual pilgrimage to the center of fiber madness in the Pacific NW, the Madrona Fiber Retreat. (I say fiber because there are a lot of spinners here as well. Funny to see these quaint wooden wheels being lugged around by funky young women. And a guy here and there as well.)
Knitters are everywhere: in the elevator, lounging in the lobby, at the bar, in the cafe. It's a bit bizarre, but you just have to let go and get into it. I got here this morning and hit the yarn market. The real finds here are the handspun, individually dyed yarns - the creators are here selling their handmade wares. Incredible subtle shifting colors, odd combinations that work, yarn from the owners' own alpacas or sheep. I've decided I never want to buy commercially-made yarn again (must stay out of yarn stores).
Of course it means a sweater will cost well over $100, so I'll be limited to making shawls, scarves, socks and such. I'm taking a few classes, mostly in colorwork (I'll post the swatches). Here's a shot of the marketplace.
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