So, last Thursday I loaded up my baby car and headed off on my annual Epic Voyage to the Australian Sheep & Wool Show in Bendigo.
I have no photos of the actual fun and games to offer, as I was suffering my usual bout of camnesia, but if you go look here, there is a pool of photos displaying various acts of wool-fueled silliness.
A gorgeous time was had by one and all, the Hustler Street Posse (AKA Tinkingbell, Zephyrama, Donyale, TwoLittleFish and K-Girl) was once again the bestest group of girls who ever shared a house, plus I got to hang out with Dr Bones, LoomMonkey and the completely awesome FiestyWench, who has organised all the Bendigo Ravelry events for the last three years, and done a spectacular job of it. We ate too much, drank too much, laughed and talked and knit and laughed and talked, and I indulged in a little retail therapy:
Then I packed up all my goodies and came home. It took a couple of hours before I could peel my children off me, and about another 24 for my brain to reboot, and today I am back to reality. Reality looks like this:
Sigh. Only 358 sleeps ’til Bendigo.