Early morning on Saturday, October 3, I went up to Tunbridge, which is about 2.5 hours from Bennington. On the way, right outside of Rutland, as you head up the hill to Killington, the car swerved left into a parking lot because it saw this: alas it was 8 am and no one was there...
Melanie had already set up her booth the day before. All I had to do was add my yarn. Boy did I ever have it easy. Well I did bring another table and various office supplies and a credit card machine.
People came, no matter what.
The clouds literally touched the ground. But the Knitters were on a mission. They came, they saw and felt, and happily walked away with yarn, through mud and puddles.

Of course there were sheep herding demos.


The next day, it dried out a bit. I'll let you take a tour like I did, weaving my way in and out of buildings, admiring everyone's work and wool.
Of course there were sheep herding demos.
The next day, it dried out a bit. I'll let you take a tour like I did, weaving my way in and out of buildings, admiring everyone's work and wool.