Posted on April 25, 2004 at 10:20 am

Merino Sheep awaiting relief

I packed Will up yesterday morning to go to the Gore Place Sheep Shearing Festival. Walter and I had our wedding reception there ten years ago, and I hadn’t dared to set foot on the grounds since (it’s not nearly as interesting a story as that might suggest). It was such a beautiful day, and Will seemed to be in spirits good enough to outlast a 40 minute drive, so to Waltham we went, with a brief stop at The Rail Yard, a haven for small train fanatics.

tickleWe watched the Sheep get a “haircut” . Because haircuts are still something that 2 year old Will loathes, he watched in fascination, while droning on, “The sheep is unhappy, the sheep is very sad. . .” The sheep was the picture of relaxation. I bet all it could think of was getting rid of the 20 pound sweater it was wearing.
By the way, did you get a load of your friendly neighborhood shearer’s shoes?shoes

Burgeoning spinner that I pretend to be, I was hoping for hand-painted rovings and piles of batts just crowding the booths, and spinners everywhere celebrating the arrival of new shearling. I was not entirely disappointed, but hardly gratified. Mind’s Eye Yarns had a modest booth set up with a representative batch of wool fo spinning, and I think that I will pay them a visit sometime this summer. The nice salesperson promised me that I could try out lots of wheels. Sounds worth a trip.
I did speak to one spinner sitting at the Boston Area Spinners and Dyers tent. She was working the prettiest single ply out of roving that alternated between yellows and oranges and purples. I wish that I had taken a picture of the vest she was wearing, made of rainbow hued homespun, worked in garter stitch on the bias. It was perhaps the nicest piece of craft I saw at the whole festival.