Women everywhere, men waiting patiently by their cars. Skeins of yarn flying wildly all around.
I got to meet Wannietta and Amanda, finally.I think I did pretty well. I see some felting in my future. And a poncho for Miss "P".
I told Mr. "D", "She who dies with the most stash wins!" (He's always used that phrase about fishing tackle.)
Gosh I'm exhausted. I need to lie down.
