A Rhinebeck Poem - The Weekend Recap

Ahem.....

'Twas the Saturday of Rhinebeck, and in the Main Barn,

The Fold was stocked up on all STR yarn.

I grabbed two nice hanks off the hooks with great care,

To buy it all now, it later won't be there.

Jess at Golding and Kristy in the Brooks Farm craze,

Sairy and I wondered about in a fibery daze.

Christine had given us a lesson to learn to drop spin,

To prepare for the wheels we wanted to begin

When what to our fiber-crazed eyes should we see,

But two Ladybugs for sale at Carolina Spinnery

The credit cards ready for the Bugs and Lazy Kate,

My plastic came out as I claimed the Schacht's mate.

On alpacas, on bunnies, on Brooks Farm and more,

On cider, fried artichokes, and fiber galore.

As we trudged through the crowd with all our spinning gear,

The Ravelers all smiled and let out a cheer.

The spinners said congrats and smiled with great pride,

That these two knitter girls had gone to the dark side.

We nestled the Ladybugs, all snug in the car boot,

As we headed back to the booths to bring home more loot.

The parking for the Rav party had the neighbors all pissed,

So the meet-up that night we, unfortunately, missed.

Sairy on her wheel and I casting off Wicked in my lap,

Settled in for the night for a well-deserved nap.

On Sunday, we checked The Fold, who had recently re-stocked,

Sairy, a moment of weakness for the Socks that Rock.

To our dear fiber friends, adieu we do bide,

To start our way home for the 4 hour ride.

We re-count our yarn haul much to our own fear,

The yarn diet begins until Rhinebeck next year!

THE END.