All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standing here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. This song has been playing in my head for days now. No jet planes-but I am hitting the road tomorrow morning to the Mecca of all that is warm and wooly-Rhinebeck.
The hat and scarf are already in the bag with the tickets. My sweater is blocking hanging on the railing to dry after I finished weaving in tying knots and snipping off all the blessed ends. I couldn't believe how many there were for a non-colorwork project.
The Lopi is also blocking hanging on the railing as The Mister may end up wearing the Aran if the day proves to be as predicted, a wet and blustery one. Rain, shine, whatever. I am just excited about getting away for a few days. I don't even have a list of things to buy. This time around it will be all about being a tourist. Upstate New York, here I come!