Witness this weekend: Friday night Tyler and I went to see our friend's band (Soft Speaker) play at Subterranean. Getting home from this show was much less traumatic than last week's Red Line/Blue Line debaucle, being that venue is much easier for us to get to, and they played first, so after sticking around to see what White Hills was about (answer: borrrrring), we headed home and were back on the couch by midnight.
|Bird's eye view (one half of show floor)|
I've never attended any of the Wisconsin Spin-Ins, but Lauren used to go back in the day. The Spin In had a good range of vendors, plus lots of cute animals - which means I'm a happy camper. Though I do love attending shows such as Stitches (and I'm very much looking forward to Chicago's first Vogue Knitting Live! this fall), I appreciated the fact that this show was much smaller. I'm not sure that it was necessarily less overwhelming, however, because each vendor was so unique that I probably spent more time browsing than I do at Stitches.
When you walked in, two very relaxed alpaca greeted you:
|Trying out Spinolution Wheels|
There was a booth with some really beautiful baskets, though I didn't purchase one (that might be a regret later on!). We spent some time in the Spry Whimsy Fiber Arts booth, where they let us try out the Spinolution wheels. They're clever little wheels that you treadle with a side-to-side motion - very smooth and easy to set up, but I'm so used to treadling the "normal" way that I couldn't quite get the hang of it. I ended up purchasing some needle felting supplies while we were there.
Another booth we spent a lot of time in was the Little Gidding Farm Suris. These two ladies had beautiful skeins of hand-dyed yarn and very fairly-priced, ultra-soft Suri Alpaca fiber that Lauren ended up purchasing. They let us try out their Hansen Mini Spinner, which was compact and easy to use - and if I hadn't just bought a new laptop, I probably would have walked home with one of these babies. Bonus - it has a car charger. Now that's genius.
|Pile o' bunny|
These two angora bunnies are apparently besties - that's how they typically like to relax, said Mary & Kate at the Happy Hoppers booth. They're german angoras, and the one on the top of the bunny-pile only has three legs, endearing him all the more to me (I have a soft spot in my heart for the three-legged animal). These were just a few of the adorable puffball bunnies I saw at the show, and I'm quite surprised I didn't bring one home with me. Maybe next time!
|Beer & a pin cushion|
My other two purchases were at booths I forgot to grab info/business cards from, so I have no idea what mystery vendors I purchased these from, but three finger puppets (not pictured - maybe later!) and an adorable felted pincushion made their way home with me. So did a few six-packs of New Glarus beer! Prized highly within the confines of Chicagoland, this tasty beer cannot be bought in any local store that I've found. The few times we've made it up to Wisconsin, we've made a point to bring some home, as many Chicagoans do.
On the way back to Chicago we also stopped at the Cheese Castle!
I came home to a house full of new vinyl and the two skeins of Lhasa Wilderness I bought via Craftsy earlier this week:
Tyler and I had a beer and traded stories from our day, I took a much-needed nap, and then we headed out to see Cave at the Empty Bottle. That ended up being a mistake - it was oversold and beyond crowded, and we ended up leaving after the second band because I not only got elbowed several times by a tall, drunk neanderthal (not jostled, mind you - that I can tolerate that if the music is good enough), a drunk lady stepped on my toe with all of her weight while wearing heels. My toe is fine this morning and I'll survive, but it hurt for the next several hours, and we both mutually decided that this wasn't the way we wanted to see one of our favorite bands. We headed home and had a New Glarus Golden Bock, watched an episode of Seinfeld ("Serenity Now" - entirely appropriate given the circumstances), and I finished my Trilobite socks. Much better than having a bunch of PBR-drinking hipsters invading my space and inflicting minor personal harm on me!