Road Trip!

<p>Saturday dawned overcast and damp, but there was a brightness to the day because I was going to a…yarn store! </p><p><a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06001.jpg’,’Zoom’,’height=495,width=655,top=144,left=320,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06001.jpg"><img width="110" height="83" src="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06001.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: left; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a>A few weeks ago <a href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1143&amp;entry_id=181" title="http://bwdiaz.blogs.com/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://bwdiaz.blogs.com/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;" target="_blank">Bev</a> and I made plans to meet at Flying Fingers. She took the Yarn Bus and I took the Taconic Parkway ;o) I left early because my directions stated that it would take 2 hours and 25 minutes to get there. However, I did not take into account my lead foot. I got there in an hour and a half. <i>Edited to add:  I almost forgot to mention the highlight of my drive down – some guy leaning against his Mercedes peeing on the side of the highway for all the world to see.  If I hadn’t had a car between me and him I would have laid on the horn and waved to him.  I mean seriously, if you’re gonna pee on the side of the road try to at least shield your penis from onlookers.  Unless, of course, you are inordinately proud of your ‘endowments’ (which this guy definitely should *not* be).</i>  I had heard from Bev that the traffic was a nightmare so she didn’t know when she would arrive. I didn’t see the bus anywhere but I had no idea whether<a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06009.jpg’,’Zoom’,’height=495,width=655,top=144,left=320,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="uploads/Photos/04-23-06009.jpg"><img width="110" height="83" src="uploads/Photos/04-23-06009.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: right; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a> they parked it elsewhere so I wandered into the shop. The ladies there were very nice and let me use the facilities right away – I’m sure I looked pretty desperate at that point so they didn’t want to argue ;o)</p><p>Bev was not there yet so I hung out at the front of the shop waiting for a glimpse of the bus. After a few minutes she arrived – I knew her by her shoes *grin* We took a few moments to get acquainted ‘in person’ – we’ve known each other through blogs for almost a year but had never spoken until Saturday. I’m happy to report that we hit it off right away ;o)</p><p><a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06005.jpg’,’Zoom’,’height=495,width=655,top=144,left=320,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06005.jpg"><img width="110" height="83" src="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06005.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: left; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a>They have a beautiful array of yarns at Flying Fingers and I managed to control myself and not buy all of them. One of the things I picked up was <a href="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06043.jpg" target="_blank">a skein of 100% silk</a> – the price tag of which gave me a heart attack. Take a look at the photo to see why. If was a joke, of<a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06034.jpg’,’Zoom’,’height=2287,width=1719,top=-752,left=-212,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="uploads/Photos/04-23-06034.jpg"><img width="83" height="110" src="uploads/Photos/04-23-06034.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: right; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a> course ;o)</p><p align="left">After <strike>breaking the bank</strike> buying a few things at the store, we wandered around Irvington for a bit. It didn’t dawn on either of us why Irvington is called Irvington until we were standing in front of a statue of <a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1148&amp;entry_id=181" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rip_van_Winkle" onmouseover="window.status=’http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rip_van_Winkle’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">Rip Van Winkle</a>. After that it made sense that Bev traveled through <a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1149&amp;entry_id=181" title="http://www.sleepyhollowchamber.com/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.sleepyhollowchamber.com/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">Sleepy Hollow</a> (and the <a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1150&amp;entry_id=181" title="http://www.sleepyhollowcemetery.org/" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.sleepyhollowcemetery.org/’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">Sleepy Hollow Cemetery</a>) to get to Irvington. We<a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06011.jpg’,’Zoom’,’height=495,width=655,top=144,left=320,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06011.jpg"><img width="110" height="83" src="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06011.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: left; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a> both had an ‘a-ha’ moment ;o) During our wander, Bev noticed a flyer for a sheep-to-shawl event at nearby <a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=1152&amp;entry_id=181" title="http://www.hudsonvalley.org/philipsburg/index.htm" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.hudsonvalley.org/philipsburg/index.htm’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">Philipsburg Manor</a>. After getting a bite to eat, we decided to stop in and check it out – and were glad we did! It was a very cool historical reenactment of what it took to make fabric in the<a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06012.jpg’,’Zoom’,’height=495,width=655,top=144,left=320,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="uploads/Photos/04-23-06012.jpg"><img width="110" height="83" src="uploads/Photos/04-23-06012.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: right; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a> 18th century. They had spinners, weavers, dyers, a knitter and a shepherd – oh, and a storyteller. We had a blast watching the herding demonstrations and learned quite a bit about dyeing yarn in the 18th century. The knitter was wonderful – she is <a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06027.jpg’,’Zoom’
,’height=655,width=495,top=64,left=400,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06027.jpg"><img width="83" height="110" src="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06027.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: left; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a>also the librarian for the Manor and is very knowledgeable about the knitting of the time period. Bev and I sat and talked to her for quite some time. However, it was getting very cold so we needed to get going.</p><p>In the gift shop, I picked up that cute sheep you see in the photos, a couple of books and Bev got us some sheep pins as a souvenir of the day (there is a photo of the pin along with lots of other photos on Bev’s post).<a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06031.jpg’,’Zoom’,’height=495,width=655,top=144,left=320,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="uploads/Photos/04-23-06031.jpg"><img width="110" height="83" src="uploads/Photos/04-23-06031.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: right; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a></p><p>It was now late afternoon and time to head into the City – I had promised to take Bev home. There was only a bit of confusion on whether to take the Saw Mill or 87 but we figured it out (and Bev helped with the braking) and I got her home with no major incidents (and only one rendition of ‘The Lumberjack Song’ *grin*). After meeting the lovely Lola and showing Bev my trick for Continental purling I headed home.</p><p>In the pouring rain. ugh.</p><p>It was actually good that it was pouring. It saved me from getting a ticket. I definitely would have been going faster than 58 when I got clocked by that State Trooper had it been dry out ;o)</p><p>I got home at the very decent hour of 9pm. The highlight of my drive? Getting to drive under the George Washington Bridge not once, but twice. You all know how I feel about tall things. At least it was driving under, and not over. I’m a wreck at ‘over’.</p><p>When I got home <span title="Roger Rabbit – my SO" class="serendipity_glossaryMarkup">RR</span> asked me if I wanted to know his ‘number’. We had discussed him writing down a guess of how many skeins of yarn I’d buy but I didn’t think he’d seriously do it! He even asked for an ‘over-under’ of two. His guess? 5. My purchases? 6. He gloated for twenty minutes.</p><p><a onclick="F1 = window.open(‘/uploads/Photos/04-23-06006.jpg’,’Zoom’,’height=443,width=655,top=170,left=320,toolbar=no,menubar=no,location=no,resize=1,resizable=1,scrollbars=yes’); return false;" href="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06006.jpg"><img width="110" height="74" src="http://jessaluknits.com/uploads/Photos/04-23-06006.serendipityThumb.jpg" style="border: 0px none ; float: left; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;" alt="" /></a>I enjoyed my day with Bev very much, she is just as fun and quirky as I expected her to be ;o) We got along swimmingly – of course. I mean, we <i>are</i> two Tolkein-loving, fiber-lusting knit geeks with wonderful SO’s who understand us and enable our yarn hoarding ;o)</p><p>
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