Coming Out of the Yarn Coma (Stitches West 2009)

My body is still exhausted, the brain hurts and I am probably still running on the fumes from what is left of Stitches West 2009. It's like a Mardi Gras of sorts with friends, classes, yarn and alcohol. Then it ends abruptly and life is supposed to return back to normal. Except you have all these great souvenirs/purchases, photos, new friends and memories. I will try and summarize it though it was quite the blur.

I arrived in Santa Clara late Weds afternoon and took it easy that evening. I think I just hung out in the room and knit in my pajamas. I knew things would change drastically. Thursday I took a class called Fascinating Fibonacci. It was all about these numerical sequences that occur in nature. It was quite good. Halfway through the class, my friends Woolydaisy and Rhodie arrived. I set them up in the hotel room and returned to Fibonacci. After class I joined them for wine on the outdoor patio. Silly me, I sat on a wet chair cushion and soaked the fanny. Thankfully, I had a shawl to cover the wet spot. I didn't want to waste time running upstairs and changing when the market preview was starting.



They didn't want people photographing the yarn booths (which I understood), but I was able to get some nice photos of people's outfits.

Here's a sweet woman in shell pinks:


And this woman really knew how to wear her greens and coppers.... gorgeousness:


There was this totally cute purple lady:


And this is fellow Raveler, Curlie, who we met at the bar. She does brown well:


Now for some market floor WTFs.
Somebody had a basset in a stroller on the floor. Why? Perhaps a therapy or assistance basset.


A 'Not For Sale' gnome. I was ready to bring that guy home.


And some gigundo knitting needles. About size fifty something. The demo ladies were really struggling with them.


I'll stop here and continue tomorrow.