this was the view I had out of my window from above the clouds on my flight home last night. once upon a time, when I became enamoured with the original sims game, I saw design elements that were a part of the game everywhere, and inspiration for buildings to create in game in nearly as many places. Maybe it’s because I have Fiber on my brain, likely due to the upcoming NYS Sheep & Wool Festival in Rhinebeck, this weekend, but I couldn’t help but see a blanket of rippling texture that looked alot like a larger-than-life version of the pebbling that can happen while wet felting. I took a few photos, hoping to further preserve the moment after I watched in awe, which will hopefully serve as inspiration for a weaving or felting project in the future.
I’ve never been to the Sheep & Wool Festival here in Ny, or to one anywhere else, and to say that I am really looking forward to the experience is an understatement. I am a native New Yorker, and New Yorkers are fans of having choices for everything, as it is a way of life in a big city. the NYS Sheep and Wool Festival is one of the largest festivals of its kind in the United States, and I read somewhere earlier today that this weekend they are expecting 30,000-40,000 visitors. Go big or go home, I think is an appropriate statement for the festival I choose to attend , considering that the Twist Fibre Festival happens right in my backyard. Sure, I am likely to pick up a few pretties at the festival, and even more likely to ooh and ah over even more things, and it is even possible I may drool over a thing or two, but I am also looking forward to the experience, being among kindred spirits with a passion for Fiber art. For any creative person, it is always fabulous to be surrounded by other people who share the same fire and can inspire each other to even higher levels of greatness.
Rhinebeck also holds nostalgic value for me because the festival is held at the Dutchess County Fairgrounds, which is where in August every year, a fair is held. There are rides, and a midway, but also a wide array of vendors who sell crafts and handmade goods, there is a petting zoo area, and many competitions for pies and other prepared foods as well as ribbon- winning vegetables from farms quite far and wide. We (my parents and I) went every year when I was a kid. I went with my childhood best friend, I went with my cousin who growing up was more like a sister, and also shared this great experience with some other cousins. I have been to other fairs, and to be frank, they never quite measure up. At some point I’d really like to share the experience with my husband, and at some other point even further off, I’d like to share in the joy of this fair with our future children.
Just a few moments after I took the photos where we were above the clouds, the seatbelt light came on, and we were instructed to prepare for landing. I snapped the above photo just before we were told to turn off electronic devices. I grew up in NYC and lived the first 25 years of my life here before moving to Canada, and it is kind of amazing to me how different this city feels since I moved away. I am not sure exactly what I was seeing out my window, until just before we landed and manhattan skyline came into view, but I do experience a wide mix of emotions as the amount of lights visible from the air increases and I know the city is close. Those feelings increase once I am on the ground.
It is very weird to feel like a tourist in the city where you grew up and at the same time feel like you never really left. I guess you can take the girl out of NYC, but never really take the NYC out of the girl. People who knew me before I moved across the border, have told me that I have maintained my no bs attitude since moving to Canada seven years ago, sticking up for myself where it is warranted, instead of that aspect of my personality being replaced by a more passive-aggressive approach that I have been told is a common approach for residents of Ottawa. I do think that there is some truth to the idea that New Yorkers can be very blunt and tell it like it is. There are other things I seem to forget when a lot of time has passed since I’ve been back home. I am reminded nearly instantly after getting off the plane, bombarded with an intense variety of sights, sounds and smells that are filtered through me at a much faster pace here in the city that never sleeps, than I have become accustomed to in a much slower paced way of life in Ottawa. I usually adjust fairly well within a day or two to this, but i sometimes wonder how I ever lived here. I love the wide variety of opportunities available in New York, but Ottawa is more my speed, for sure. I do love to come home and visit, because it keeps me in the moment, I notice things I don’t always notice because we get used to things we are consistently exposed to and am reminded to not take things for granted. For example, in Ottawa, we live in a fairly quiet environment, off of the road, so we are sheltered from noise related to passing traffic. This morning, I was woke up by multiple cars honking at one another, because my parents live on the corner of a busy intersection in Queens. In the coming days, when I make a trip “into the city” (that’s how the queens kids lovingly refer to the island of manhattan), I will still have a pretty good sense of direction, and be able to keep up with the masses. Even if I may no longer sound like a New Yorker, I still have the drivers license that proves I am (atleast partially at heart) a New Yorker.