The Second First: Fibre Festival
The weekend after my two weekends of knitting classes, I ventured out of the confines of the city to my first ever fibre festival.
It was a small one held out in one of the very rural suburbs at the
county fair grounds, but I think that was just what I needed for my
first time. I hear many horror stories from podcasters about the rush of
people waiting to get in to the big festivals and the hordes of people
all grabbing at the same yarn from a certain dyer and how people are
carrying around armfuls just to make sure no one takes the one they
want, and I’m just pretty sure that scene’s not for me. Instead, I went
to this small one on the lookout for a select few things for a select
few projects and I had a really great time. There were sheepdog trials
and spinning demonstrations and many very nice vendors who I still feel
bad about not giving money to. In the end I got just what I wanted (yarn to make the aforementioned sweater that I’m laughingly trying to accomplish by July 9, beautiful variegated organic wool yarn in just the right colours to finally make myself the Hobbit dress
before the third movie premieres in December, and the perfect colour
green yarn for my yarn swap partner (see the Third First)) and I also
got some things I’ve been dreaming of for a long time (two skeins of
Alisha Goes Around –and let me tell you that (1) Alisha is an AMAZING
and LOVELY individual and (2) I wanted to buy the whole damn table, and
two skeins of Dansk garn called Kauni
that I’ve been loving and wanting and dreaming of for a long time and
have never seen in person anywhere in the US). Originally I thought I
would make my sweater with Kauni, but then the other yarn turned up and I
somehow knew that it had to be the sweater yarn and the Kauni will be
turned into something perfect and wonderful. It may linger in my stash
for years to come until it meets exactly the right pattern and
circumstance and that is okay because I wish nothing but the best for
it.
I also got an adorable pattern that SO picked out and a charming skein of wool/bison blend handspun
from reasonably local bison (Dakotas) that still has the beautiful
smell of lanolin and bison wool. Aside from yarn there was a booth
selling all manner of sheep cheese and since I’m intolerant to all cow
milk I have to get my cheese fix exclusively from sheep or goat cheese.
So … I bought a lot of cheese. My drawers are full of yarn and my
freezer is full of cheese and that’s the best possible way I can think
of to exist.
In short, I had a blast at the festival and look forward to the next
one. Maybe I’ll work my way up to something bigger. Here’s a photo of my
yarny take homes (minus one skein because it got pretty much instantly
converted to sweater) that caused me to text my best friend and say “I’m
yarn envying myself because of all the awesome things I got”.
Fibre
festival: A+ would do again.
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