You've seen it on Norma's blog and now you see it here. Because it's just THAT darned interesting! When I brought my bags to the car on Sunday, I had to delicately step over the deer bathroom. I was amazed that a deer would come out of the woods and into a doorway like that to relieve themself. Perhaps he was looking for some Charmin. Seems like the woods would have afforded a bit more privacy than a glass doorway. Wish I had seen the pooper. Not the pooping but the pooper.
And oddly, this poop incident inspired my choice for a blog prize for you! Really!
I revisited the FoxFire booth (Yes, I bought some Foxfire yarn but I won't tell you all of it until tomorrow when I will choose the winner) and the minute I saw it, I knew it was kismet.

Deerpath Socks, pattern and yarn. Scat colorway of course. Well, it's much nicer than the poop deck offerings. In fact, the nice folks at Foxfire calls this beautiful colorway Woodland Rose. But you now know the Rest of the Story.
Still a chance to put in a guess.
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Today being the day of reentry, I look at the pictures and wonder if it was all a wonderful dream.
The people are what make the weekend such a pleasure. Not these kind of people

HOLY POOPING DEER, the crowds were horrible. I do not have claustrophobia but I felt a bit constricted in the throat when in the midst of a shopping barn, trapped by hundreds of people.
The moments that were the most special to me were the moments spent in a couple minutes of conversation, a hug in passing, sitting on a bench catching up, dinner as a group. It all adds up to great, soul satisfying fun.
Saturday night, Margene, Kim, Leigh, Terry, Jean and I decided to go to the movies to see The Secret Life of Bees. Go to see it. We all loved it. If you have not read the book, read it. I rarely get to see those chick flick type movies in the midst of so many of my chicks. It was another of many wonderful memorable moments of the weekend.
But? There were a small group of people near us (Possible 4 of them) that talked from the minute the movie started til the very end of the movie. WHY would anyone go to a movie when they have so little interest and so much to say to each other? It was INFURIATING to say the least. They got SHUSHED many, many a time, hardly even noticing.
Then? I don't know what came over me. I leaned forward in my chair and said
WILL YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING!
You know, in my mind, I remember it as screaming it out all mean and bitchy like. But it was not that way at all as I was told by my fellow movie loving chicks. But I was quite smug and proud of myself that the first time in my life, I did not sit there quietly taking CRAP from other people. (hmm. Definitely a theme in this post, eh?)
And it worked too! For about 1 minute they were quiet.
Oddly, although it was very distracting, I enjoyed the movie immensely.
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Anyhoo, I have to go think about making dinner. No one is serving it to me here. This place is not anything like the Eveready at all.