Posted on May 17, 2005 at 5:59 pm
It’s true, the Saturday attendees of New Hampshire Sheep and Wool had a warmer and drier time of it. There was spinning and laying about on the grass, but we few Sunday types, we stalwart second-dayers who know no fear of dire weather forecasts and empty vendor shelves, my fellow Knit-Clubbers and I were witness to a peculiar phenomenon: people wandering the grounds, dressed in foul weather gear, gripping cups of hot cocoa, water streaming from their hems and soaking their shoes . . . people with giant smiles on their faces. (I wish I remembered my camera)
It was a day for mittens. Alas, my hands were bare. I bought two skeins of Green Mountain Spinnery‘s Sylvan Spirit, partly because Lisa Lloyd
made me do it, but mostly because on a chilly damp rainy Sunday in May,
fingerless gloves with cables and traveling stitches that I would make from that yarn seemed like they will be the
best thing in the world.
The sheds out back were a bonanza of little vendors and many fiber buddies. I picked up the winter issue of Wild Fibers for the article on Mulesing (which they’ll have on-line pretty soon) and bought a subscription because I realized that almost every issue has a Lisa Lloyd design in it, and I simply must have a complete collection of her work.
I was delighted to run into a pair of friends: Doug, who a year ago threw me into the deep end of fiber-reactive dye, and Laura who had been part of the spontaneous dinner gathering after the Elegant Ewe Harlot event last Friday. They know each other! I tell you: fiber is a small small world. So I submitted my fingers to the touch test to humour Laura in her passion for the little bags of Guanaco she was
pushing selling, and I relieved her of some, and some Baby Camel blend. Oh yeah, and some Baby Yak, which she insists spins well, even though it looks like the stuffing from an old pharmacy bottle. It feels like fairy breath, it’s so soft. In my infinite free time I think this collection might become some kind of luxury shawlette. (after hanging out with the lace knitters on Friday, I’m all about shawls at the moment. Trouble is, a shawl for me is equivalent to knitting a jib. So the word of the day is shawlette )
While in the sheds, I also picked up two 4 ounce bumps of Lincoln Longwool, a breed on the verge of
extinction. Either this is my last chance before it blips out of
existence, or I helped to save the little guys from commercial
I visited Linda Diak to pick up a batt I requested, but the colour wasn’t what I was expecting, so she’ll make me another one in time for Fiber Frolic next month. That Laurie wizzed by as I was fondling Linda’s crochet hooks. She was in a hurry I think, but stopped to say hi and to gloat that she had already made a promising dent in her shopping list. I made the obligatory dip into The Copper Moth (you doubt that I could avoid buying something from a vendor called the Copper MOTH?) and was delighted to see that all the Saturday shoppers had picked the place clean of the the pinks and blues I don’t care for, clearing the view of my beloved autumn colours. And no one does autumn colours like Susan. I bought the last big bag of hand dyed Romney locks and a few bags of her new superwash in natural colours like cochineal and madder to be plied with something neutral for the sake of stretching it further, and making those colours pop.
Three hanks of The Sheep Shed‘s handpainted tencel merino, because everyone else was doing it and that’s exactly the kind of cliff I want to jump off. I also bought the bright apple green roving Mary Lynn was still sitting on at 4:30 in the afternoon on the second day. It was fate that I should have it. (Hey Norma, there was still cocoa Border Leicester roving left; lots of it. If you hadn’t bought yours, I’m certain that it would have been gone.) And I made it to A Touch of Twist where I found Circles Alison and Judy rummaging through the mohair. (promise to self: make it to Sunday knitting at Circles soon) I made note of the alpaca, which I plan to buy from them at Fiber Frolic once I have picked out a vest pattern for my husband.
I also bought a 5 pound Cormo/ Border Leicester fleece. I was on the lookout for Cormo since I had promised Emma I would procure some for her, but the nicest fleece I found all day happened to be this one, and there’s plenty to share. I dropped it off to be processed into roving, because I know myself by now, and while I enjoy the washing, I don’t have the time these days. This way, sometime mid-summer, I will have a big box of roving arrive just in time for a big dye session one sunny warm day!
And now for the "awwwwh" factor: I brought home this little sheep train for the Boy.