It sounds like a vacation.
It looks like it may be a relaxing, peaceful week of knitting.
But it is not.
It is more like boot camp.
Where the requirements involve knitting, yarn, silliness, late nights, bacon at breakfast every day, classes, dessert with every meal, awesome awesome people, honey badgers, Twilight and Glee watching, and laughing with some of my best friends.
I'm still recovering from the week.
Where else do you get to play Knitting Jeopardy?
Or Knitting Boggle?
Or claim to proudly be a Jubjub all week?
Where learning to spin involves hula-hooping?
And Anna Zilboorg literally teaches you to spin? Or in my case, attempts to teach me to spin :)
There was a tea party.
And silly hats.
And some things which are better left unexplained.
Sock camp. Boot camp. No matter what you call it, it was amazing!
A bit like being in Wonderland!
Happy happy sock camping!