My local knitting group was planning a roadtrip to a Unravled, a fibre-themed shopping weekend in nearby Farnham. I dragged my heels....I don't need more yarn!....but hanging out with the ladies and chatting with the vendors and petting yarn is always fun, so eventually I relented.
Rather fortuitously, I lost my debit card a few days before the festival. Between Sainsbury's and home it jumped ship, never to be seen again. What luck! Now I can't buy anything! I don't think I'd ever been so giddy about waiting 4 days to get my bank card replaced. I'd also like to take this opportunity to tell the world about the suckfest that is HSBC banking, as eventually, they sent me a card but it was a copy of the canceled one, so when I activated it and tried to use it, it was rejected and flagged as someone trying to use a stolen card. How was I allowed to even activate that? And when they sent me a proper new card, the chip malfunctions so I can't actually use it to pay for things in real life. I guess when you are spending all your time helping the ultra wealthy avoid paying their taxes, you don't have a lot of time for the pleebs and their filthy issues.
Anyway. Unraveled. With a car load of knitters giddy with potential purchase power, we headed to the 'burbs to Farnham Maltings, a lovely arts centre. If I lived in Farnham, I would be here all the time- they seem to have loads of interesting events and films.
The halls were pleasantly packed with really quality vendors of all types.
As kind of a cute thing, they had tags that people could write why they knit, and they hung them all over the place. Unfortunately, the first one my friend and I saw said this:
Christ on a bike, really? Also, lots of people wrote "so I don't kill people", and to see that handwritten made it seem like a threat and had us watching each others' backs for the afternoon.
I managed to snag a few carefully selected and fawned over skeins (and still have enough to get by for the week while I wait for my debt card to arrive) but I saw so much that I thought should come home with me. Yarn is the new puppy dogs.
I have to explain when I say "retail therapy", I generally don't mean shoes and bags and frocks, but the raw materials to make socks and bags and frocks. It's totally different.
But ah, the colors, the wool, the parade of knitwear fashion going by. It was lovely to get out. A perfect antidote for the February blahs (and appropriately, it was pouring rain out), a bit of retail therapy and a chatty good time.