And the meaning of that is as versatile and vague as it sounds:)
It's taken me two days to get unpacked and corral my family members of the two and four-legged persuasion, whip everything back into shape, and start to resume a normal schedule again. In this way, being totally Rhinebecked is to be so thoroughly exhausted from the excitement of it all and days on the road that I actually count getting dressed as an item on my 'to-do' list. Yes, seriously. Also, while I'm confessing to my lameness, I had maple cotton candy for breakfast yesterday, partly because it wouldn't have lasted another day and partly because I was too lazy to soft boil an egg. Yeah.
What kind of stimulation would be required to produce such a thorough level of exhaustion? It is all encompassing. I mean this so truly that I cannot explain without sighing out loud repeatedly. Start here, with simply the most gorgeous sunny weekend:
Driving back to Maine, I realized I hadn't even plugged in my usual audiobook or music for the ride. I just sat in the car thinking about the last few days and smiling. My GPS startled me when she finally spoke up, it was so quiet in there. Totally Rhinebecked.
Then there's the weeks leading up to Rhinebeck, where so many of you found my batts in the Tsarina of Tsocks' Art for Your Feet booth - thank you for that! I carded, dyed, carded, came up with new ideas on the fly, carded, labeled, carded for weeks leading up to the show and even though I was exhausted, you made me feel so good and so grateful when you turned out in numbers sharing the batt love and saying such kind things about my work. Thank you seems too simple to cover it but it is all I can come up with in my Totally Rhinebecked state. Thank you, seriously. You'll find more EKF batts at the booth at the Art For Your Feet booth at the Big E in a little over a week.
When I have the guts to confront laundry, and I've properly washed the sweater I wore in the sun and sweat in atrociously, I'll be back with notes on my finished Rhinebeck sweater - literally finished on the way to Rhinebeck because stress is my motivator :p Just look at the face I came home to. This is a 'while you were away I threw a fit, ate your ottoman, and tore up the handspun skeins stored inside of it but you still love me, right?' Yeah. Totally Rhinebecked!