Yesterday when I was out with a friend, our first stop was the Dunfanaghy Country Market.
My friend told me it was small, but excellent and sent me some info about it the day before. After reading about it, I was looking forward to checking it out in person. The guy in the middle is one of the mobile greengrocers. There were people selling plants for outdoors, both flowers and veg starts. There was a guy selling succulents in handmade pots. There were women who crocheted amigurumi, weavers, and knitters. It was a lively place with a great vibe. When we got there, my friend pointed out the green tent and told me that's were the baked goods and other goods things were and suggested we get over there before people started buying up the goodies. I followed along and took my time choosing a couple of desserts for Bill and myself in the days ahead. I had a very hard time because there were so many things that called to me and everything looked scrumptious. I did try a cookie sample when it was offered and it was yummy, but in the end I decided on a lemon cheesecake and two pieces of flourless raspberry-pear cake. We had the latter last night and it was wonderful. Further down the table, there were some homemade jams and a few baggies of assorted garden produce. I nabbed a bag of chocolate mint, some of which I have placed in water to root. I'll be able to plant it and enjoy it with my apple mint and lemon balm. As I was waiting to pay for my goodies, I suddenly found myself in conversation with a woman from Germany who has lived here for many years. She told me how great my socks were! As often happens in situations like this, I have to check to remind myself what sock/hat I am wearing. I bent down to look. Because it was a warm day, I'd put on a pair of crocheted lacy socks that I made ages ago out of sock yarn scraps.
They're handy because the toes stay warm but there's air circulation. The bottoms are solid because I don't think it'd be comfortable to walk on the lace. Anyway, a rather lengthy conversation about the socks ensued. She was telling people to come look at the socks and asking me how I made them. She doesn't crochet, but she is a knitter so I explained the general construction of the socks so she can develop her own knitted version if she wants. We talked about using scraps and other things. A dog came up to me and wanted to be petted so I spent some happy moments talking socks and petting a beautiful dog.
After getting some stuff from veg man, we went to deposit our things in the car, then went back to look at more stuff. I was looking at the stall of a woman--another knitter--who had some yarn on a table that she was trying to sell. I stopped to look. She started asking me about my hat and my bag. As we were chatting, someone came up and told her to look at my socks. She asked if there was a pattern for them. I said I'd made them up. I'd already grabbed a decent sized scrap ball of yarn that she wanted 20 cents for (and purple, no less--of course that was coming home with me!). She had some basic acrylic in a few colors and a couple of skeins of novelty yarn. I chose one and bought that too.
She asked me what I'd use it for, maybe some kind of trim? I said I wasn't sure yet--possibly trim, but more likely pin loom weaving or kumihimo with the novelty yarn. Not sure about the purple ball--will have to do the burn test to get an idea of fiber content. As we were leaving, she told me to keep on stitching. 'I know you will,' she said. She is so right. 😉😀😏
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