The day!

I think the photos speak far better than I ever could about Woolfest ... I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed! As we drove towards Cockermouth [from our B&B in Keswick] a huge pastel green aircraft hanger-sized building came into view; "wouldn't it be funny if that was Woolfest?" joked the boy ... as the the Woolfest sign made it apparent that this was indeed Woolfest. Woohooo! And I came though the door to the view you see above.

Deep breath....

Another deep breath ...

You know when you find a new and fabby yarn shop full of Colinette, Noro, Rowan, Debbie Bliss etc and simply don't know what to look at cos there so much? Every new yarn spied brings a flurry of knitted up items you could make with it, and a rush of adrenaline? Multiple that ... Alot!

Basically you have a hyperventilating Elaine and an inwardly groaning boy! His vision of Woolfest being rather like a Highland show with music and bales of hay to sit on is blown to pieces.

I have to say an enormous thank you!! to him for driving me there, staying with me all day despite the heat and intense boredom - esp. as I lost the ability to understand how all this yarn could be anything but amazing and started showing him it all whilst chattering away about how much I NEEDED it all...