How many sheep can you see at the Massachusetts Sheep and Woolcraft Fair?
I didn't count, but my impression was "lots." Sheep not yet shorn, sheep being shorn (and baaing loudly), sheep already shorn and wearing jackets.
Sheep who were curious about passersby with iPads and sheep who were indifferent.
Sheep being judged—by what criteria, I don't know—I admit to being rather clueless about sheep. I also admit to being a bad blogger that day, as I took very few photos. I wasn't in the mood for documenting—I just wanted to drink in the sights and sounds.
There were also bunnies—beautiful, amusing bunnies!
And, of course, there was an infinite variety of yarn from New England farms and indie dyers. But please sit down before you read the next part ... I didn't buy any! These days I have plenty of yarn and I'm not adding to my stash unless I have a particular project I am ready to cast on. I'm not going so far as to join a yarn diet group on Ravelry or anything like that, but I am exercising restraint.
I had a nice chat with Karin of Periwinkle Sheep—she and her yarns were at the Sliver Moon Farm booth. (Another blogging fail: I didn't get a picture of her.) But, I brought my current sock design-in-progress to show Karin. I'm knitting them in Periwinkle Sheep Watercolors in the Gold Rush colorway.
Sock #2 is cast on and I've got a model and a tech editor lined up, so look for the pattern sometime in June.
My main reason for going to the fair was to take a drop spindle workshop with Ashley Flagg. It was terrific! She was so well prepared, knowledgeable, and patient. If you ever get a chance to take one of her classes at WEBS, don't hesitate—you'll be glad you did.
Here's my very first effort at spinning:
Now I might have a new craft obsession. I've been doing a little spinning every day, working with both carded and combed roving.
Ashley said the Golding spindle my sister Jenny gave me is "the Cadillac of spindles." I had no idea! It will be a long time before my efforts are worthy of this beautifully made spindle, but it's definitely making all my practicing enjoyable.
So I've fallen down the rabbit hole, I guess, armed now with a lovely spindle, two kinds of roving, a Maggie Casey DVD, and Judith MacKenzie McCuin's The Intentional Spinner.
I feel more challenged by spinning than by any other craft I've tried. Maybe even more challenged than I was by learning French in my 40s. There are moments when I have to stop and consider obvious things, things that I would expect to do on autopilot, like asking—is this counter-clockwise or clockwise? It's humbling. And yet—just like when I took my first yoga class and could not understand how people were doing Tree without falling over—I feel compelled to keep at it.
Have you ever felt humbled by a craft? How did it work out?
I hope you have a lovely weekend!