|Fair Park, where the festival is held.|
Though the festival is called Irish, it's pretty inclusive. Alongside the Irish stew booth, you can get Irish cheese steaks and bratwurst, mini doughnuts and kettle corn. The local Renfaire crowd turns out in costume and kilts abound. Also bagpipes- these are the North Texas Caledonian Pipe and Drum Corps.
One of the local customs I find charming is that dogs are welcome in Fair Park. A number of various rescue organizations as well as the humane society had booths at the fair.
|This handsome fellow was clearly happy in his work.|
|And of course there was music- This was a group of young musicians called Troen, who did their high-energy finale standing on their chairs. |
There were of course many other fine musicians and groups- we went to two superb sets of the excellent group Sliabh Notes. We heard songs from Glasgow by Ed Miller, a perennial favorite. We went to a set by Brian McNeill, an extraordinary Scottish songwriter, possibly best known for his work with the Battlefield Band. We watched dancing and left the park every night with our brains buzzing with music.
In short, it was yet another fabulous festival, and well worth a trip to Dallas if you enjoy Celtic music.
Naturally I worked on socks while traveling, but since I haven't photographed them yet, I'll show you the projects that I left at home instead. These are sadly destined for the frog pond, I think. I thought I'd try some socks out of cotton, but both my own sense of the emerging sock and some comments from other knitters lead me to believe these aren't going to work well. Other knitters have told me that all-cotton yarns- even when knit in ribbing- tend to stretch during wearing, and wind up saggy. Since I've noted the same tendency even in cotton blends, and since I can feel the lack of elasticity even in the partial sock, I think I'm going to be giving up on this and using the yarn for something that doesn't need the elastic properties that socks do:
The Wasabi hat, on the other hand, is an enduring delight. It continues to demonstrate a crisp and lacy elegance as the pattern emerges. It was rather a wrench to leave it, but I don't have any wooden needles in this size, and I wasn't willing to take metal needles and a metal cable through security. I'll be getting back to it this week though.
Now, naturally you're wondering about the cats, and whether we're getting the kitty cold shoulder after abandoning them for the weekend. In fact, we had a friend come over and feed and play with them, and they were quite startlingly nonchalent about our absence. When we got back it was, 'Oh yeah, you. Yawn. How about some food then?'
We've had some nice cuddling and lap-sitting, but nothing out of the ordinary.
In fact, our return was hardly worth staying awake for.
And speaking of awake, I shouldn't be. Must go fall down now. There is work tomorrow, socks to photograph and cats to entertain. (Not to mention figuring out what Blogger is doing to my formatting. Argh. A problem for later.)