The Tsarina has truly outdone herself.
Back story to my excitement: my husband is a change ringer. He rings twice a week, and sometimes more often, and carries around his little tiny red book of methods, which he’ll pull out while he’s waiting for a tire change, waiting at the dentist, riding the train, etc. He pretty much lives ringing. I have a healthy appreciation for the art, having rung briefly both tower bells and hand bells (the English change ringing sort, not the melody sort). So I can completely appreciate this, and I might just explode from anticipation while I wait for everyone to buy all the patterns at Rhinebeck, so that I can mope later on.
Holy Mother of Yarn, indeed. Does anyone who reads this blog plan on going to Rhinebeck? If so, and I promise to gift you my first born child, would you bring one back for me? I’ll also trade for my soul or a portion of your travel expenses (and also I’ll pay you back for the kit). If not, I suppose I’ll just keep my fingers crossed an hope that there’s a kit available afterward (oh, please Holy Mother of Yarn, have mercy on me and my coveting).
(Things like this are totally reason #11 for Why I Knit).