I'm a knitter. Sometimes I forget this, as I don't knit all the time, or even often. But when I tally up what I've made over the years - including 3 cardigans, a vest, 2 summer sweaters, some cowls and socks, and enough hats and scarves that I've lost count of them - I realize that I am indeed a knitter.
So when the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival rolls around, it seems like I really should go. Unfortunately, the timing of it is such that it's hard to make it, even though it's less than a 10 minute drive away. There's always something else happening that weekend - First Communion, birthday parties, Mother's Day, school or scout related activities, or all of the above.
Somehow, I usually make it for at least the last few hours. Yesterday I took the boys over, bought them that wonderful soft serve ice cream dipped in chocolate, and we looked at the sheep. We cruised through some vendors, then my husband drove over to pick up the boys. I made a last dash through the booths, and that was that. Not filled with exciting meet ups with blog friends or Ravelers, not a wild yarn buying extravaganza, but a relaxing interlude on Mother's Day.
And it was a lovely way to spend the afternoon.