Hard to believe

The TGoA show is in town. I went, I saw, I fondled, and I bought nothing. Oh, there wre all osrts of little fibery voisces calling enticingly to me, but I could also hear all the lonesome little voices from my stash crying, "When is it MY turn? How long do I have to sit here, waiting to be used?" I saw some wonderfully aquatic-colored rayon that would have been beautiful held together with some sport wool in my stash, but when it came to determining which skeins of rayon to buy, I couldn't remember the precise shade of blue my wool is. If I have so much yarn that I can't remember it all, and the credit card is swollen with expenses from the LA trip, I can live without buying more yarn. Anyhow, in two weeks, the OFFF will arrive, and I want to drop a bundle on Fantasy Fibers Mystery Batts.

It was fascinating to wander around and look at the things people were wearing. We do have SUCH fun with textures and colors and shapes and drapings. I was surprised to see so few vendors, but really, the purpose of TKGA is the classes and seminars and all. And there were so many smiling faces that I can only assume the show was a success. There were also a lot of faces that had the dazed, glazed look of a python that has just swallowed an elephant which may still be kicking. Trying to process and digest . . . Intellectual and sensory overload.

No photos. I'm not a good enough photographer to make the most of the feast of colors, and all too soon, one astounding display of yarns looks very like every other astounding display of yarns when condensed into a 4x5 or smaller swatch.

And blast it, I have a migraine coming on, so I ca'nt see well enough to type. It's like looking at the world through the side of a prism. All I get any more is the light show and the subsequent glue-brain. The pain has quit assaulting me. Thank God for menopause!