Last weekend I was lucky enough to join a group of the equally fiber-obsessed on a road trip to Saint-Andre-Avellin, Quebec for the TWIST Fiber Festival.
It was a deceptively small festival, with the likes of the Yarn Harlot herself holding some seminars and a satisfactory list of vendors. It also marked my first Fiber Festival, so I was looking forward to it!
Unfortunately the week leading up to it was long and didn’t give me room for much rest so by the time our road trip started I was ready to crawl right back into bed.
The weekend started with tintinael on Friday night. For ease of the Saturday morning pick ups, we decided she could stay with me. We stocked up on groceries for the night, she wrote up a blog post while I cleaned, we bashed hipsters, and she gave me some handdyed fibery stuffs for my birthday along with her first pair of knitted socks (which I’m forbidden from sharing in great detail but you can still catch a glimpse of them if you like).
The next morning, to prepare for a day of fluff overload, we had a healthy breakfast of oatmeal and Bocconcini (not necessarily together…), more hipster bashing, and NOS… Lots of NOS (okay that was just me). Starweaving and friend showed up bright eyed and bushy tailed, and we were off; me in a semi-vegetative headachey state, and the cheerful tintinael with her inkle loom.
We of course stopped at Tim Horton’s along the way for coffee as that is the Canadian Road Trip Primary Rule.
From my place, our destination was only about an hour and a half away. The whole ride was quick and painless, until we came to a ferry. This was utterly unexpected and a completely unwelcomed surprise to at least 50% of the car’s current inhabitants. Nevertheless, due to peer-pressure (ok, not really) and the fear of missing out on all the fluff, we nervously rolled onto the tiny little ferry with about 4 other vehicles that were completely unphased by this unexpected boat ride.