I first heard about the Shenandoah Valley Fiber Festival last year, but wasn't able to go, so I decided I would attend this year, if at all possible. Well, my life changed a bit this summer, and I wasn't sure whether I'd go or not, as no one was able to make the four hour trip with me. I was still waffling about it Friday night, but when I woke up at 6:00 a.m. Saturday morning after a great night's sleep, I took the leap and hit the road. And I'm so glad I did. I didn't buy a single thing, mainly because I'll be in Rhinebeck in three weeks, but it was lovely wandering through all of the booths by myself.
I love this license plate; one of the cool things at fiber fests is the collection of knitting/spinning related personal plates. I really should spend more time in the parking lot photographing them all.
The festival was held in the small town of Berryville, way out in the northwest corner of the state. I spent a little time walking on Main Street, but didn't take as many photos as I usually do.
I passed through a lot of small towns on Route 17 as I headed home, and I stopped at a few that caught my eye, like this old mill in the town appropriately named Millwood.
I also stopped at a pick-your-own apple orchard, as this area of the state is a big apple producer.
I also stopped in Warrenton to have tea, knit, and walk around a bit, just enjoying the moment and the hint of fall in the air.
The main reason I needed to take this trip was to remind myself that I can do these types of things on my own. It's not like I've never done things alone, because I have, but somehow it's a bit different when there's no one to come home to. The last couple of Sundays have been difficult for me, and I think it's because I've stayed at home by myself too much lately. My eyes needed to see new places and I am so pleased with how I spent my day. I spent time and energy taking care of myself and I feel so much better for having done so.
Although I do have Gracie, don't I? Sweet Grace.