I went to Knitting Camp. I got home a little more than 24 hours ago, and my headspace is still there. I've been daydreaming of new sweaters all day. There are at least four competing for precedence, including the current orange pullover that I've decided to chuck the given instructions on and knit with a circular set-in sleeve and a steeked v-neck.
Meanwhile I'm knitting a handspun brioche stitch hat that I know I've knit enough to have three hats (I've frogged it a lot), but it's a fascinating knit and I don't actually want it to end until I have this odd bit of fabric construction pegged. Or till I've used up all of the wonderful yarn (it's ~100 yds of 3-ply falkland that I spun in October and it somehow never got blogged).
I know last year with Sock Summit not everything I learned was evident right away. I am entirely certain it will be the same way with Camp. Meanwhile I'm tracking down my fellow campers' ravelry pages and blogs because I desperately do not want to forget the amazing weekend I had. I want to return next year - actually, I want to return next weekend.
Anyway, if I'm going to have a better day at work tomorrow I need to get on to bed. I know there is more to say, and I will say it. And I'll have a hat to show by the weekend - unless it gets frogged some more.