We went to the fair as planned.
Not the tenth- to a quarter-inch that was predicted. At least an inch. Maybe more.
We waited for the train in the rain (I highly recommend the train – it saves so much traffic and parking aggravation, and loads of walking.) Mom was generally happier than she looks in this photo – she hates having photos taken, especially with phones and for no reason. 🙂
We watched the sheep dog demo in the misty drizzle. (Love to watch border collies move animals with their eyes.)
We visited the fiber tents and Wednesday Spinner Tent in a steady rain.
We ate lunch in torrential rains.
We took refuge in the folk art tent and watched some fun contra dancing. While I knit (duh) and Mom and niece B shivered from the cold and wet, we all watched niece E dance with abandon. Sister C and her husband R were visiting the fair for the first time, and they spent most of the day tracking after E as she went on horse-drawn wagon rides, made a beaded bracelet, hand ground buckwheat into flour, explored all the animal barns, and generally had a blast, heedless of the rain.
I didn’t do as much shopping as I normally would, I am not sure I found all the fiber vendors, as we got so cold and wet that we decided to head out before the contra dancing was quite finished (2:30 or so).
But I did get a bit of fiber! I wanted to learn more about different kinds of spinning, and so I chatted with a few farmers before making my selections. If it hadn’t been raining, I would have gotten more from some of them, but I didn’t want to carry huge amount of wet fiber around.
I got this – an ounce of Finn from a woman who raises what look like the happiest of sheep. I plan to do a little dying with this and see how dying on a dark base impacts the color.
And this – Angora/wool mix. I chatted with the woman in this booth about my spinning skills, and asked her how hard Angora is to spin – it’s hard, apparently, and she recommended a blend with wool, so this is angora and merino. SO SOFT!
This I found in the Bartlett tent. Bartlett has a million colors of yarn, all of which I want.
But then in a bin, I discovered these little batts of unidentified wool (Debbie at the Purple Fleece said it feels like Romney, which is why I need to keep learning. Her fingers can tell her this? I need a label written in English.)
And that is it. Everything I bought at the fair. I spent perhaps 50 dollars, including ticket and lunch. Very unlike me. I blame the rain. The absolutely only good thing about the rain is that it keeps the crowds way down, it was wonderfully uncrowded. Oh, and I guess it is good that we got the rain, since we are still exceedingly dry around here.
I made up for the lack of yarn spending on Saturday, when I went to Whorls and Purls at the Purple Fleece. My roving of the month was waiting for me – inspired by a mushroom! It just feels like autumn to me. Here are the front and back, looking a bit different from each other. I love the little touches of purple.
She also had a whole new batch of gradients that I had not seen before, I got a two skeins of one of them. I am not completely sure what I will do with these, but I am thinking maybe a shawl, because I need another one, ROTFL! But with over 800 yards, I have a lot of options.
So while it wasn’t what I expected to be showing you, I did manage to get a wide array of fiber-y goodness this weekend.
Not sure if I will go to the fair in the rain again…if it rains on Friday next year, I might give it a miss. I love the fair, but not the cold September rain.