Baa Baa Black Sheep…Gathering
I missed the Black Sheep Gathering last year and regretted it. And with all the craziness in life right now I almost missed it this year too…but at the last moment Mike and I decided to make it happen. It was a fibery good time for me and a lesson in loving patience for Mike.
You know Mike’s not having such a bad time when he starts saying, “We could keep some sheep! It doesn’t look too hard.” Of course, keep in mind that this is the guy that went to Mt. Rainier and said “That doesn’t look so tall.” 30 mins into the hike later he rescinded that comment. Needless to say, we came home sans livestock.
Presenting the requisite haul photos. I want to point out…this stash enhancement demonstrates extreme restraint on my part.
Of course I would NEVER go to the Blue Moon booth and walk away STR-less. That really would be sacrilege. You can’t see it, but this also represents the greatest personal tragedy I experienced at BSG. Apparently, Blue Moon had a WALL OF SECONDS when they opened. But alas, when I got there it was all gone. SECONDS people! SECONDS! I can’t believe I missed out on that. Medium weight skeins were just $14. Alas. I managed to comfort myself with this:
And here’s where I spent the chunk of my “budget” (ha! budget. as if.) I’m currently a complete geek over Lori Lawson’s stuff from Capistrano Fiber Arts. Whether it’s BFL, Merino/Silk or Alpaca/Merino/Tencel…it’s all pure magic. Her eye for color is phenomenal…really one of the best in the industry. I really wanted to ask her to just pack up her whole booth and put it in the back of our car. Look at this stuff…can you blame me?
Finally a few lovely random bits:
And, of course, some superwash merino from my beloved Crown Mountain Farms. Colorway: Secret Agent Man. Really, 8.5oz of hand-dyed fun for only $19? It’s still the best deal around.
So see, all in all not TOO bad. *cough* At least I did restrain myself from buying pounds of the baby camel and baby alpaca that was there. Realisitically, I’m no where near having the time to spin for a sweater. But really, I petted those bundles of buttery softness until the vendors shooed me out of their area. I can’t wait for next year!