This Episode of the Stash Haus is Brought to You By Meg, Joyce, Amy and the Fine People at Schoolhouse Press

If, by chance, you had heard an odd, faint wailing earlier this spring - that was me.

When I realized I couldn't go to Knitting Camp.

Fast forward to this weekend and there I was - in Marshfield for an all too brief period.

Martha and Maureen had suggested I come up for Saturday night to hang with them. After clearing it with the authorities (I didn't want to be charged with being an interloping knitter), I headed out on Saturday, loaded down with more knitting than I could ever get done if I had a month of Sundays. Traveling by car has it's advantages for those of us who tend to over-pack.

I arrived after "class" had been dismissed, but, as usual, most everyone was in the conference room knitting.

Hello, Martha and Maureen!


Hello, Lynn and Austine!

(Ha! Bet you didn't think I'd post these, did you?)

We had a decent dinner at a local mexican restaurant, then more chatting, some knitting, some eating of chocolate*, and before I knew it, it was 1:30 a.m. before Maureen and I collapsed in her room.

Six thirty a.m. came awfully early.

Meg invited me to hang out for Sunday morning's session. Oh, the show and tell! There are amazing knitters out there, people - amazing! Half of the room was like knitting paparazzi, photographing everyone's show and tell projects and making the knitter/model sashay up and down the aisle between the tables. I was a bad blogger and had left my camera in the room.

The highlight of my day - aside from seeing my camping buddies?

Hearing Kristi say "Good Morning, Campers!"

Seriously - I need an MP3 of that so that I can play it in the morning and start out my work day on a good note.

Hello? Schoolhouse Press? Merchandizing idea here - I'd pay to download that!

Having to get back for family obligations (plus having a 3+ hour drive ahead of me), I left when camp broke for lunch.

Before I left town, I took photos of a couple of things that caught my eye.

This was puzzling. Click on this to photo and look to the left of the restaurant sign and the pine tree. See it?


A passing shot from the car.


And a close up.


What I can't figure out is why it's placed at that spot. There is no sidewalk or trail that leads to it. There is nowhere on the road to stop and get out of the car to see it. (I should know - I had to pass by it 3 times to get these photos.) The only way to access it is to park in the restaurant parking lot and cross an unmown field.

Is this a comment on the restaurant? Are the lines so long that supplicants/diners are calling for the help of the Lord? Sweet Jesus, when are they going to call our names for a table?

Or for those who still use the King James Version: I will lift up mine eyes until the hills. From whence cometh my help? Oh, Lord, prepare a table before me and alert the waitstaff of mine presence.

I think if I lived in Marshfield I'd get my appliances from here. Really, as a knitter, how can I ignore the name?


Safe travels to all the campers heading home tomorrow. Hope to see you in 2010!

*If any of you happen to see Coconut M&Ms and are feeling charitable, please buy a bag and send it to Amy Detjen, care of The Sow's Ear. Or, if you are not feeling terribly charitable, they would work for bribery purposes. Just saying.