Well, that was the day that was. A very good day. A very fun day. A day full of knitting can only be a good day, and this was very full of the very best knitting. An excellent day.

Can I please take a nap now? For, let's say, a week?

Craig and Gerard, once again and as predicted, put on a hell of a party. The venue was gorgeous. (There was perhaps a slight undercatering problem, but everything else - utterly fab.)

I have to confess, I'd been dreading the day. I knew it would be a great event, I loved last year's show, but then last year I wasn't pregnant. Tired and sick... not the best way to feel when exhibiting! I was hopelessly underslept and poorly prepared (through no one's fault but my own of course) and just thought I'd have to grit my teeth and get through it. But you know, the minute I walked into this hall full of eager people setting up... wool everywhere... I got excited. Energised. Being among My People, you know; being part of a really great event. Good stuff.

As soon as the doors opened, things went nuts. (We were so lucky to have the spot we did, with oodles of space around us. My crowd-phobic self sends heartfelt thanks to the guys!) The only drawback to having so much business was that I didn't get a chance to talk to anyone for more than half a minute - and in fact I was so frazzled and flustered (fruzzled?), I kept overlooking people's Ravelry badges and not realising I was talking to online friends... for which I kicked myself afterwards.

This was the first show we've done with yarn (not just needles etc). I had great hopes of arranging every basket into a gorgeously graduated swoop of colour, as in our print ads. But of course there was barely time to tip the skeins out before the hordes descended... ah well, it never would have stayed pretty for more than 5 minutes anyway!

In the middle of the day, suddenly the crowd thinned out. It was weird. Apparently there was an event taking place next door - some speaker called the Yarn Harlot?

No, I'm not bitter about missing her on her one and only visit to the UK. Nuh uh. I'm totally fine with that. *grumble grumble*... anyway, Harlot time gave us a very welcome breather. There was still shopping happening, but at a more relaxed pace. Phew!

Finally, here's a pic that shows me in full gravid glory. Five months, wouldn't you say, from the size of that belly? Rather than barely three? *sigh* Me and my extra padding.