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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
I met, I saw, I bought.
I think that should be the new tag line for fiber festivals.
I met a few bloggers and tons of interesting people. Unfortunately because I'm lazy or forgetful, I never pulled out the camera to snap any shots. I'm beginning to wonder what kind of blogger I am if I can't take a few photos. Anyway, Hi Dan, Anne, Kristin and everyone else that I don't remember your name because I never took your photo. I didn't even get a photo of Jen and her booth, I was only there all day.
As you can imagine I saw quite a bit, even for a small festival. My favorite sites of the first day were all the animals in pens with fans. The llamas looked so majestic with their hair flowing about their necks streaming in the wind. I imagined them riding in a car with their heads stuck out the window like a dog. No, no photos of that either.
I went with very little money and it's a good thing. Seriously, it could have been another MDSW and I'm still recovering from that. At Spirit Trails I walked away with some CVM to play with:
and I couldn't leave without some of her amazing hand painted yarns. I left with a bit of mohair:
When I went back on Sunday I chose one, yes that's right, ONE fleece. There were several that I wanted but I opted for one in a breed that I have yet to play with. It's a white Border Leicester.
I pulled that piece off and washed it up yesterday. Oooooh, the shine. I wish I could have gotten more but there was no need to break the bank. I know the farm that had all the fleeces I wanted.
At one point I thought we might be heading home with some goats. My Dad found great interest in one of the goat farms. We all know I want sheep but I think I'd be ok with a bunch of Angora goats, little mohair making machines. My Dad used to be a farmer and I know he misses it. He grumbles when I talk about getting more livestock but now he's into the idea whether he's ready to admit it or not.
Queen M liked the looks of the little Angora's but she fell in love with the Cashmeres. You can't tell me this child doesn't have good taste, sometimes.
I didn't get a picture of any of the goats but I did get one of M feeding the little Cashmeres.
Alas none of the goats or other livestock followed us home. Maybe next year.