|Is it a tree trunk or a fairy table?|
|The Art Fair at opening time.|
|Angry Bird on the tennis court fence.|
|Streamers of paint color cards hung from tree branches.|
Destination: Ravelry Revelry. Squam Lake, Holderness NH
Objective: Absorb some of the creative and blissful energy emanating from every single person I met, get out of the city and breathe clean air, enjoy nature.
Dream: To meet, speak to, or at the very least, be within arm's reach of the Knitterati, and other Ravelry members.
Tall pines sway and whisper, moss coats tree stumps, patches of lichen hug boulders, paths wend their way through the woods, connecting cabins and gathering places. Birds call, loons croon and the waves of the lake lap the shore.
We were at the Squam Lake Art Retreat, not the amazing classes, but at the Ravelry Revelry. We were in the company of a general gathering of knitterati and fans of channeling creative juices and applying said energies to various forms of artwork.
It was our first foray into this annual retreat and party which is hosted by Jess and Casey Forbes, creators of Ravelry, the knitter's (vastly better) version of Facebook. Each year they organize an artistic retreat, replete with classes, breakout sessions of knitting, good food, amazing vistas and general merriment. It looks to me to be four days of bliss and artistic revival. (I wanna go! Maybe next year?)
|The Playhouse stage during raffle drawings.|
Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, of the Yarn Harlot books and blog, was there. Stephanie is an amazing woman who knits, writes, and networks regularly with the world of knitters, spinners and fiber aficionados. Also there was Franklin Habit, Stephen West, Gudrun Johnston, Ysolda Teague, Melissa Jean and Anne Hanson. I have more I'd like to tell you about these folks, but for now I am trying, very hard, to stick with the main idea......Squam Lake Art Camp and Fair.
|The Great Room in the Squam Playhouse.|
In the main room of the playhouse we were surrounded by knitters, spinners, crocheters, and other folks who swoon over cashmere. There was fiber, spindles, a multitude of handmade items and creativity abounding. The energy was palpable and there were smiles in every corner. I even ran into a friend from my Friday Night Knit Group at Stitch House, hi Diane! Thanks for hanging with us at the fair.
In various locales of the woods, we discovered gentle yarn bombing, trees wrapped in a sweater sleeve, a canoe warmly ensconced in a patchwork of knitwear, flowers and pompoms in accord with the architecture and nature. The edge of the lake was a spot of quiet lapping waves, broken by the screams of those immersing themselves for their annual Squam dunking. The cabin we visited sat silently anchoring us in this place of summer memories and nostalgia.
|Yarnbombing the Adirondacks|
|We three knitters; that's me, Lauren, and Sarah on the shore of Squam Lake.|
Together, we have attended NH Sheep and Wool, Amy Herzog's book launch, the opening of the Saco River Dyehouse and Yarn Shop, and other local happenings. Each time we find ourselves repeating... "This is great! This is sooo great!" We smile as our history together is woven more tightly. We are knitters and we are happy to have access to such amazing events. And today was no different...
|A corner of Stephen West's booth.|
I guess I am so stoked to meet these people that I view as movers and shakers in the knitting world because I can ask them a few questions and have a teensy peek into what lies ahead. Some of them share tidbits about books that are being written, patterns that are being proofed, Craftsy classes that are happening or soon to be released, the promise of yarns that are being developed. It is so exciting to, for a few seconds, put my finger tips to the pulse of this "hobby" that we all cherish and need to partake of, and get a sliver of a preview.
So, jump off here if you have heard enough of my excitement. If you stay on, get ready for a rundown of the events of the day.
So maybe you noted the title of this post. Wait! Don't scroll back... it was Daybreak, Icebreaker.
You know what? A picture is worth a thousand words, right? Here is a great and succinct capture of the blissful and exciting day.
|Stephen West, amazing designer and knitter. And me in my Daybreak|
We arrive at the Playhouse, ascend the porch stairs, and there! perched comfortably on the porch railing, chatting away, was the man himself. We all elbowed each other but managed to suppress squeals or giggling, like schoolgirls, we were in awe. So we enter the great room, get our bag of swag, enter the drawings, and head back out to the beverage station.
As we stood clustered, he strides up, smiles an infectious smile and says "I saw it the minute you walked by, nice work". Ub bah, uh, bah, ummm. Wow! Praise from the designer himself..... I was speechless, but somehow managed to regain my composure and we chatted with him for about ten minutes. He was gracious, friendly, happy and welcoming, and so real. I am still thinking of the encounter as one pinnacle in my knitting career that may never be bested. Thank you Stephen West!
|Franklin Habit, of the blog Panopticon.|
|Melissa Jean of the Melissa Jean hand made buttons and a friend of Mel of SinglehandedKnits.|
|Buttons by Melissa Jean Designs|
|A tease chapter or two of the book which will be released in September.|
Will you accept my apology for gushing on for so long? Will you forgive me being so self-centered in my thinking you want to hear of my amazing trip? Please, I share this with you in the hopes that my bliss, glee, and gratitude can be conveyed and understood.
I have some additional photos from friends that I want to share, but I don't have them yet. One is of the view from Heather's cottage that she so generously shared with us. Another, the door of camp Nirvana and other photos of the fair. I will add another post and it will be majorly (wait, I know that's not a word, right?) shorter. I want to show you a few of my purchases too, but the big share was the saga of my Squam experience,the awe and the gratitude. Thanks for indulging me if you are still plugging away and reading this.
My other thanks is more narrowed.... thank you to Sarah and Lauren, who convinced me it would be good to go. Imagine I almost stayed home to knit? Wow...