Okay, so I have accepted the fact that everyone in the blogging universe is going to Rhinebeck except me. Really, I’m okay with it. Remember Lois? Well, her youngest son is getting married that weekend and I’m going to be here instead of at the biggest fiber festival of the year. It’s okay, though. Really, I’m good. Yup, just fine.
But you know what’s frying my ass about the whole thing? Having to tell eleventy-million people that I’m not going to Rhinebeck. Because everyone assumes that I will be. Or should be. Or something like that. So they keep asking, “you’re going to Rhinebeck, aren’t you?” Sigh. Just saying, “nope, not me,” over and over again is tearing my heart out. Heavy Sigh.
So, on the off chance that there might be one or two other bloggers out there who also aren’t going to Rhinebeck, I made us a button. It’s my first button. Be kind.
If you’re not going to Rhinebeck feel free to snag that baby up (but on your own server, please) and put it on your blog. It just might save you the agony of having to repeat, over and over again . . .
You’re. Not. Going. To. Rhinebeck.