This weekend was the 33rd North Country Fair in Arcata, and yesterday I attended as I usually do. The weather couldn't have been more pleasant; we are typically blessed with wonderful Indian Summer-weather for the vernal equinox here on the northcoast. After a breaking bread with Eileen and Sophie at our usual haunt Crosswinds, and a quick stop at the buck-spit, Cole and I went to the local Hospice Shop thrift store, where I scored this how-to on hairpin and broomstick lace. Following in the footsteps of the great QueerJoe (who has added filet crochet to his repertoire), I'm going to give this esoteric art a try. Who knows? Maybe tatting is next... I mean, why not give my arthritis a real foothold (handhold?)?
After we finished thrifting (Cole managed to find one more pocket knife he simply couldn't live without; he's as bad as I am!), we did the once-round on the Plaza, perusing the wares of the vendors. It gets bigger every year, and this year was no exception. The booths extended partway up 2 side streets, in addition to the usual grid around the plaza. I purchased this pretty little perfume bottle (despite the fact that I don't wear perfume) from my friend JBird. He makes beautiful glass art: vases, and bowls, and ahem, pipes. (You'd *love* him, Mike E.). I picked up a little somethin'-somethin' (could I sound any whiter?!?) for my as-yet-unassigned Secret Pal, too. Sssshh, don't tell.
Lots of knitting going on around here. Check back tomorrow for an update.