Friday night, we went with Square and Tara to see the Wiyos at the Lyceum.  Hot damn, that was a good show.  I knew I’d like the band as soon as I saw their name–they take their name from the Whyos, one of the most terrifying Irish gangs ever to stalk the streets of the Five Points.   Me, I like a side of Irish history with just about anything.  Also, washboards don’t hurt.  Their performance was great, and I was absolutely blown away by both their musicianship and their songwriting skills.  So go buy their CDs.

Saturday, Scott and I went to see some Steeplechase races in Middleburg.  I was worried at first that we’d be in the midst of the (holds hands tight to chest as if holding reigns in prissy fashion) horsey set, rather that the (mimes shoveling stall) horse folks I’m used to spending time with.  Well, I needn’t have worried.  The folks who invited us out were great fun, and they forced us to eat tons of delicious food and drink Kir Royales and good wine and beer.  AND several kind folks were deeply and sincerely interested in my knitting.  Sniff sniff.  They liked me.  They really liked me.  And, well, a few of them started maneuvering towards demanding hand-knits.  Smart people, those.

A lot of the horses scratched, apparently because it was ridiculously hot for October and because our ongoing drought makes the course much harder on the horses and the jockeys.  So most of my photos had three riders at most.  Ah, nothing like a good gray horse.

Thankfully, there are always good bits of rust and lichen for me to catch with a lens.

Sunday, my Mom proved to be the very Cinderella the socks needed.  We met up to go to the fiber festival at Montpelier.   It was terribly hot, so I ended up only buying one skein of sockyarn.  And it was even commercial sock yarn (Trekking with bamboo, which I’ve been needing to meet in person for nearly a year).  Though, there’s a distinct possibility that I inched closer towards ordering a ton of yarn from Jen at Spirit Trail.   She offered to deliver things to me at the Knitters Review retreat if I can make up my mind about yardage.  Hubba hubba.  I did plot running off with some particularly fetching camelids and sheep, but since I had the Toyota, I couldn’t follow through.

Next, we went to Culpepper for lunch in nice cool AC and a quick trip to the store that wants my whole bank account.  One hand-painted skirt later, I headed home to knit and plant rhododendrons and azaleas on the silliest of Federal holidays.

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