Strange Coincidences

Maybe I'm just tired – too tired to compose more than a perfunctory post or even to knit or spin – and suffering post-Rhinebeck triste to boot. Yet through the fog methinks I detect certain strange coincidences in this year's festival.



For example, there's my modest acquisitions: a big, beauteous 2.2 oz (62 g) Golding RingSpindle (it was very cool to watch Tom Golding shaping swan's neck spindle hooks during a quiet moment) and A Dyer's Garden by Rita Buchanan, a book that combines fiber arts and gardening. It's not strange that I bought it, what's strange is it so perfectly matches two of my somewhat disparate interests. Hm....



Then there's this purchase. It's not natural wool roving – it's natural maple cotton candy (the sign says so)! Dee-licious stuff and, as you can see from the bits stuck to this dude, both flyaway and sticky. It's more novel than strange, except notice the colors on the drapes – they match the cover of the book. Hm....



Pondering the random coincidence is sufficient to drive me to my bed with a roaring headache, but not before giving a shout out to tireless Nancy, who kindly drove (traffic coming home was horrendous!) – thanks, Nancy!