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.



I have merrily returned to the land of my birth to cavort with sheep and fondle fiber. My back aches, my head throbs, I'm sunburnt, and Anne, Dynese and I will be driving home with smelly fleeces in our laps.

I've died and gone to heaven.

Today I met the demigods of modern spinning technology:
  • Mr. Gordon Lendrum - I even touched him!
  • Mr. WooLee Winder, Jr!
  • Mr. David P. Hitchhiker!
  • And my new hero, Mr. Robin (a.k.a Gilbert Gonsalves). Finally a good reason to sell my motorcycle for cash money. It is a good thing he's got a two year waiting list.
Carla & Nancy, could you make a little room in your car?
It finally fits!
another baby sweater...
Not trafficking in baby animals, really
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