The Final Adventures at the Ren Fest: Fourth Weekend

Welcome back to your regularly scheduled block of Renaissance Festival Madness™.

I need to talk about my spinning this week. You may recall a breed study I wanted to partake in over the summer, and then life got the better of me. Well, no time like the present. I grabbed the Shetland and went out to Faire without a care in the world…

Yeah… this was not one of my better choices! More than one person asked me if I had a cat. The good news is I was able to roll most of it off into a little ball that I could still spin from! Not sure how that will affect the finished yarn, but I guess I’ll find out!

Other wild things that I had the pleasure of experiencing this weekend:

• Another teenager came into the booth screaming about arm socks… This one did not presume there was any other word for these, not even gloves or mittens.
• Someone walked into the booth and immediately out again because our yarns were “for knitting, not crochet.”
• A couple of boys stopped to watch Marci’s spinning demo, and presumably their father had to drag them away, insisting they weren’t interested…
• While I was spinning, a group of teenagers got so excited to see me spinning, they started screaming Ridin’ Dirty by Chamillionaire! They see me rollin’, they hatin’. That made me giggle.
• Someone asked me about the cocoons Marci makes, and I said they were probably her most popular piece. This person scoffed “Really?” like they couldn’t imagine anyone wanting a drapey, short sleeved cardigan.
• A couple walked by, and the male-presenting person asked the female-presenting person if they wanted to stop. She said “No, I can’t give my money to such an anti-feminist establishment”…
• Another person wouldn’t come in because she swore up and down we killed animals in order to knit…
• Finally, the pièce de résistance: Presumably a mom and two young boys came to sit on the demo stage. It’s not the best place to sit, but generally as long as people leave the spinning tools alone, we don’t care. The youngest of the two boys started grabbing bobbins out of our demo basket and throwing them into the lane. Mom said nothing. I got up, grabbed the basket, and saccharine as I always am with kids out there explained that I didn’t want him to get hurt, so I was taking the tools away. I started to walk in the lane to pick up the bobbins, and the mom snaps “Oh my god!! We were just sitting here!!” and threatens to “report us.” Talk about attacking the straw man!

You know you want a piece of this action, so be sure to make it out to the Kansas City Renaissance Festival this season! Come by booth #337 and say hi!