I should not be blogging today, as there's work to do. But when I logged in to check e-mails yesterday's rant about missing Rhinebeck popped up and I hate the idea of it sitting there until Monday. I don't like whiny blogs and I don't want this to become one.
I know that in the grand scheme of things, missing a fiber festival ranks low on the list of tragedies that can befall a person. I know I haven't exactly been deprived of knitting events lately. My anger came more out of the manner in which my vacation was revoked, and that's symptomatic of much larger issues with my employer. But I don't write about work in here, so that's all I'm going to say.
Here's something nicer to think about. This was taken in a village on the island of Crete called Kritsa. It's not large, but the main business street is packed with small shops selling beautiful handmade needlework. This is one of the reasons why.
There. That's better.