I went to NH Sheep and Wool. It was good. My mother and
father drove up from Boston to see the 'rural frolic' and were surprised by how many people were there and how happy and friendly everyone was. Eager to talk about their interests: the llama, the lambs, the spinning or weaving or knitting. My mom took pictures of animals. They did not buy themselves spinning materials.... but Cassie warmly complimented me on my enabling skills, and at least one person said I had taught her to spin on a spindle in the awful weather last year and now she has a wheel... It warms the heart, it really does. Which may make up for the peer pressure that got me to buy a Golding
spindle...
I met up with a number of alpacas
Cassie and
Juno and
Etherknitter and
Julia and Kelly and
Theresa and
MamaCate and
Helen and
Marcy and
Jessica-who-works-one-day-a-week (not often enough) -down-the-hall-from-me and the effectively
blogless Sarah...
Doug vended. I believe he also encountered a Golding.
I bought a whitish Romney sheep fleece from
Brimstone Hollow Farm and a
black alpaca fleece (Jazzmin).
( not a very good picture, sorry)
And roving for three pairs of socks... and a felting mat and Juno and I split a pound of roving of perfect beauty... I should NOT go back today.
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And that means it was a lovely festival time. I saw Doug notvending but I didn't want to interrupt his sales pitch. Give him a belated yo-ho for me.
Lovely to see you. The karma gods treated us well this year.
Have you started to spin the roving we split? It is delovely.
Delightful.
Delicious.
As it was to see you again.
It was, in fact, the perfect festival. There aren't words...
Perfect weather, perfect company, perfection in fiber enabling. It just can't get any better than that.
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