I am late to the party, and the important things have been said by others. (Apologies to any posts I missed). Oh, and I took no pictures. Not a single one.
But I am here to tell you that Cummington was a blast. It's just the right size for a first-ever fiber festival--large enough to entertain, but not so large that it's overwhelming. At first when I misplaced my car-mates Claudia and Laurie, I worried that they wouldn't be able to find me when they wanted to leave. A few minutes later, I realized that wouldn't be a problem. You can't lose anyone for long at Cummington.
Unless, of course, you're looking for Kellee and Elisa. We lost them all day Saturday! Turns out their car accidentally drove to Webs instead of Cummington. Thank goodness the car eventually found its way to the "blegger" at Cate's house, or we might have lost them all weekend.
As Cate noted, any fiber gathering is notable for the friends you see there. Yarn and wool are nice, don't get me wrong, but it's the people who make it all special. Thanks to Katy for bringing us together for lunch on Saturday, and to Cate for bringing us together for dinner.
As for stash enhancement, I really didn't buy much. I have so much already I can probably coast 'til Rhinebeck. I did buy some of the stinkiest patchouli soap--I mean, I love patchouli as much as the next aging hippie, but the whole second story of my house smells now. When I showed Maryse the yarn I bought, she asked me whether I bought patchouli soap too, because she could smell it on the yarn. It's a wonder Laurie didn't get a headache riding in the back seat with that stuff.
And I bought a shawl pin, and a niddy noddy (that I should have measured first, as it's not 18 inches long, a pet peeve of mine. Not that I know how to use it anyway, maybe there's a secret to using a 15.5" niddy noddy). And some yarn:
for a possible Icelandic shawl someday. Oh, Hyrna, knock knock...