This crosses the Delaware River. We were heading to Wool Gathering in Kennet Square. This is a quaint, small town. All of the streets are one way and very small. We found the store right off and then went to find some parking. This is the front of the store with some knitters outside doing their thing.We found public parking lots but they were closed off. Something about a Spanish film crew being in town for the weekend. We used all of our parking karma and found a spot right out front. We were amazed and almost kept going because how could an open spot be there right out in front? We chalked it up to clean living and got out. Emily was stuck in traffic and told us to go ahead and sign in. I was number 49 and Kate was number 50. We found chairs and sat outside in the beautiful, perfect spring sunshine and took out our knitting. After about 45 minutes (and several phone calls) Em arrived and signed in. She was 65. Here we are sitting outside squinting into the sun. The time seemed to fly by and before I knew it, it was my turn.
Today was the day Kate, Em and I went to be photographed for Franklin's book. In typical Wood fashion, it was an adventure. Kate and I left the house at 8:30 and headed for the Commodore Barry Bridge into Pennsylvania.
Franklin is as nice in person as he is on his blog. And he's shorter than I imagined. He's probably not taller than I am. He introduced himself and handed me the famous scarf to work my row. I was nervous about posing but he said, let's just have a conversation and I'll take some photos. And it was quickly over. I watched as Kate got her photo taken and then we waited and chatted with other knitters until it was time for Em to get her photo taken. We all made some purchases. Well, we had to support the yarn store that sponsored the event, right? That's only fair. And then we went next door to a cafe and had some lunch.
After lunch we headed home. While it only took an hour or so to get there, it took a little longer to get home. We took the "scenic route" and wound our way through rural Pennsylvania and even into Delaware. We saw some of the most beautiful houses and land! After asking directions twice, we finally found Rte. 95 North and were home safely.
It was an absolutely lovely day. The store was small but the selection was good. I got some cotton sock yarn for the coming warm months. I've never used cotton sock yarn so this will be interesting. But the best part of all is that I got to spend it with my girls. And I didn't have to worry about Peter Kevin because he went to a "tool swap" up in Trenton. He's sitting around with his galoots (people who use hand tools) and talking tool stuff. I'm glad he went. Sometimes I think there is too much estrogen in his life and he needs a shot of testosterone.
I hope you are all having some of this beautiful weather this weekend.