I have just got back from a very mini mini-break. This involved a lovely spa day yesterday (lovely except for the two women who insisted on having loud conversations in the Quiet Room with Serenity Pool. My irritation at their noisiness adversely affected my serenity.) And then I stayed at a B&B last night and treated myself to dinner at an Indian restaurant (yum, yum, yum). Breakfast this morning was possibly the worst cooked breakfast I have ever had. And my expectations had been so high that it really was a huge disappointment.
But I soon got over it because I was headed for Skipton and the main goal of the mini-break: Yarndale. It’s well over 2 years since I last went to a yarny, fibre-y, woolly show of this sort and I was particularly excited about this one. I don’t generally do well with things that involve thousands of people all in one place, but for a few hours, with strategic breaks to sit down and read a book, it was wonderful.
It’s £8 for a ticket. I do quite often resent paying high ticket prices for these kind of things, since it is basically a ticket to be allowed in to go shopping. However, at Yarndale, I did feel that the cost was worth it. They had gone to HUGE effort to make a livestock market feel like a fun, welcoming place to be. I loved the bunting, the yarn bikes, the signs outside.
I didn’t do the wool walk, but they decorate the whole path up to the auction mart from the town with knitted and crocheted bits and pieces. I didn’t get to hear the brass band, but I love that they had one. There was also a nicely produced brochure with several little patterns for things and a couple of articles, as well as information about all the stalls. And, as far as I could tell, enough loos, which is the most important thing about any event with thousands of people. There were also plenty of seating areas dotted about the whole place, a couple of cafes (I took a packed lunch but what I saw other people eating looked nice and reasonably priced). I arrived early and parked very near the building so I don’t know if there were problems with parking later in the day.
In the Knit and Natter Lounge, Lucy from Attic24 held court, surrounded by lots and lots of her lovely crochet:
In general, I would say it was as well-organised an event as I’ve been to, and I really loved all the little touches which made it feel more than just a shopping arcade for people who like crafts. I did do some shopping, but even if I hadn’t, I think I would have been glad to go. Many of the stalls had beautiful displays too. A couple of stallholders asked me not to take photos, so I didn’t. I won’t say who because I assume they don’t want the publicity. Seems an odd choice to me. I know, I know, they are worried about imitations and possibly even copyright infringement. But I really think it is a shortsighted decision. Anyway, here are some that I did take.
They weren’t actually selling the knitted knickers but I loved the display!
And one which didn’t quite work…
It evoked in me the strongest desire to rescue all the poor knitted animals from the hangman’s noose, I’m afraid. Also, that is not a random black and white or sepia photo, they really were all knitted in colours of death.
And finally, my loot:
The most beautiful ceramic buttons. The little felt/embroidery card. 100g dyed Teesdale locks. 100g braid of BFL. 5x50g skeins of sockweight yarn in co-ordinating solids/semi-solids/variegated from Natural Dye Studio. That was my biggest splurge. I am going to try a modular crochet scarf in the style of the NDS patterns.
And this is teeny tiny needlefelted Pingu. He is about an inch and a quarter tall. Say hello to Pingu (and don’t point out his wonky beak, he’s very self-conscious about it.)
So that was my mini-break. In general, I enjoyed it very much and I shall try to forget this morning’s terrible breakfast in all the glorious yarniness.