I Know What I Am, They Know What They Are, So Let Me Be

Wow.  It has been 3 weeks since I have last written.  Readers, forgive me. 
So, where did I leave off...  Ah, yes.  The sheep and wool festival. 
Well, they did not kick me out for my yarn submission.  In fact, I got 5th place for my Tequila Sunrise.  I was very happy to have placed in such a competitive environment.  The entries were unbelievable!  The Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival was amazing as always and I always recommend it to knitting and spinning fans.  Also, they are good for anyone who loves to people watch some very strange folks.  My husband goes to see the weirdos in a variety of handmade items.  The year, the weirdo award went to a guy in a nicely knitted pair of shorts (or maybe swim trunks?). 
I do enjoy the gamut of people in attendance.  There are the crazy hippies that appear to be there to buy supplies to live off the land.  Then, you have old ladies wearing every knitted article they have made in the past year, even if the weather is 80 degrees and sunny.  Looking at them makes me sweat.  I wonder if I will be one of these extremes in a few more festivals.  I certainly never wear anything I make to the festivals, and I would probably look terrible going sans bra and in dreadlocks.  The middle ground between the two is a giant ass and a jazzy, which to be honest, is probably pretty likely in 20 years.  Mr. Cutthroat would be pretty hot holding a gyro in one hand and a shepherd's crook in the other.  It is nice to know where you are going to end up in life and lean full force in that direction. 

I Don't Go to Sleep to Dream

This has been a stressful week.  For every which reason, I have a lot of stuff going on.  Yarn, fundraising, walking, traveling, etc.  Just a lot of stuff.  My brain will not shut off.  I am awake at night, all night thinking about stupid things that could occupy my thoughts during the boring workday.  I wonder when Lady Bird Johnson is going to crank out baby birds?  Can you dye yarn bodily fluids?  How long would it take me to go off the grid completely?  I wonder if I could ever like hummus?  Are the baby birds going to keep me up all night with tiny chirps?  Would I like a cruise?  I wish I had room for a loom!  How does a loom work?  How does a bird lay an egg anyways?  All night long. 
The biggest stress is preparing yarn for a festival this weekend.  I am at a loss for which skein I should enter and which category on top of that!  I am not afraid of losing to a worthy competitor.  I don't feel as confident as I should for operating a small business.  What I am worried about is that the 75 year old judge that has been spinning her entire life finds some amateur flaw, one where I should know better.  I just need to get over it.  If I do well, then awesome.  If I get kicked out because my dye job is horrid, that's fine too.  With as crazy as my life has been these past few days, I can control whether or not I enter the contests with a tiny bit of pride.  I am going to go forth this weekend and make it happen.  After all, I did win the last yarn competition I was in.  Then, after this weekend, I can get back to fundraising, walking, traveling, and feeding baby birds with an eye dropper full of chewed worms.