Pets or Meat
I've been home from Maryland Sheep & Wool for almost a week now - high time I shared some photos with you.
The first day I was utterly gobsmacked - spinning wheels! Sheep! Yarn! Knitted garments everywhere! All I could do was stagger around with a slack jaw. The second day I whipped out the camera so that you could meet some of my new friends. I especially liked this fashion statement:
There were many, many furry animals. This angora bunny is having the fur spun right off him while he snuggles with the spinster:
Lest you harbor any sentimental notions about sheep farming, though, be warned that not all the furry animals are raised for fiber:
The dominant smell at the fairgrounds was not eau de ferme, but grilled lamb. Lamb sausage, barbequed lamb sandwiches, lamb chops, leg 'o lamb, lamb kebabs, gyros - It was all there. To completely disabuse you, more signeage:
Sadly I missed that event. I'm having a bit of trouble imagining the judging ... Hmm. Lovely carrion. Nice and bloody.
But I digress.
If you know me, you know that under normal circumstances I am not much of a shopper, and don't part with my money easily. Suffice it to say that these were not normal circumstances. I parted, and parted, and parted again. Who could resist?
Brooks Farm. Had to had to have some.
Persimmon Tree's wool & mohair made me weak in the knees.
I did leave plenty for the other shoppers, though. Golding sure makes some purty spindles.
And can you believe this detail on a loom?
I've got lots more show and tell, but it is almost midnight and there's work tomorrow. Before I forget, Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers out there. You know who you are.
The first day I was utterly gobsmacked - spinning wheels! Sheep! Yarn! Knitted garments everywhere! All I could do was stagger around with a slack jaw. The second day I whipped out the camera so that you could meet some of my new friends. I especially liked this fashion statement:
There were many, many furry animals. This angora bunny is having the fur spun right off him while he snuggles with the spinster:
Lest you harbor any sentimental notions about sheep farming, though, be warned that not all the furry animals are raised for fiber:
The dominant smell at the fairgrounds was not eau de ferme, but grilled lamb. Lamb sausage, barbequed lamb sandwiches, lamb chops, leg 'o lamb, lamb kebabs, gyros - It was all there. To completely disabuse you, more signeage:
Sadly I missed that event. I'm having a bit of trouble imagining the judging ... Hmm. Lovely carrion. Nice and bloody.
But I digress.
If you know me, you know that under normal circumstances I am not much of a shopper, and don't part with my money easily. Suffice it to say that these were not normal circumstances. I parted, and parted, and parted again. Who could resist?
Brooks Farm. Had to had to have some.
Persimmon Tree's wool & mohair made me weak in the knees.
I did leave plenty for the other shoppers, though. Golding sure makes some purty spindles.
And can you believe this detail on a loom?
I've got lots more show and tell, but it is almost midnight and there's work tomorrow. Before I forget, Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers out there. You know who you are.
posted by freddyknits at Sunday, May 14, 2006
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