In the booth right next to me were the super sweet girls of Urban Posture.
And in the very next booth down were my pals Chrissy, Danelle and Sarah at the Domestica booth. (Look at all of the gorgeous stuff they brought!) Further down the row from us was our other crafty pal, Amanda, of No Tengo Miedo Clay. (Next year, we'll coordinate that better.) ;)
This year, I decided to split a booth with another vendor – especially since I'm pregnant and didn't want to stress all summer about knitting enough to fill up an entire booth. So, I shared a space with a sweet girl named Kate Funk and her friend J. We consumed a lot of tacos and shared quite a few laughs during our two days in Wicker Park.
One of the highlights of my weekend, though, was finally getting to meet up with Rachel. We've emailed and tweeted and read each others' blogs for quite a few years now, so it was extra special to be able to chat in person during Renegade. What a lovely lady!
Here are a few pics of the knits I brought with me ...
(Lots and lots of cowls.)
A barber magically appeared in the middle of the sidewalk to give free Renegade haircuts, barber's choice.
My boothmate's helper decided to get one and it turned out pretty rad ... he eventually had stripes shaved into one side of his head.
Gotta love the people watching – it's always lots of fun to see what everyone is wearing.
I managed to shop around a bit and hit up a few favorite booths like Vaya ...
... and Ork.
I even made a quick stop at the best yarn shop in Wicker Park, Nina. (I think they know me in there by now.) ;)
Lo and I did a little meandering on our own. She likes to meander.
Just like last year, I ended my two-day stay at Renegade on Sunday night with Starfruit. By Sunday, I definitely felt like I deserved a delicious fro-yo treat.
And as the day was coming to a close, my wonderful, buff, oh-so-helpful husband helped me load up all of my stuff back into our Civic Hybrid, and we drove off into the sunset. Back to good old Des Moines, Iowa, with my little girlie fast asleep in the back seat. Six hours later, we were home sweet home.
It was a good weekend.