So, I survived the Sheep and Wool festival on Sunday. I can't believe I made it, but I did. So. Many. People.
This thing was huge! There were tons (and I mean hundreds) of vendors from all over the country selling everything from yarn to roving to buttons to apparel to antiques to sheep shearing supplies and on and on. So many beautiful things to look at! I can see now why people spring for the two-day pass and go all weekend. I know we missed a lot because we were still looking around when the vendors were starting to pack up and go home. Ahh well. I was out of money anyway. And I feel as if the day was successful because I managed to find some new vendors for the shop. What really amazes me, though, is that I still can't find anyone who carves knitting needles and crochet hooks by hand. Do you know of anyone I can contact?
The day was beautiful. The sun was shining brightly, the air was chilly but not too cold. It was nice to see everyone walking around wearing the things they made, all bundled up like snowmen and buzzing around to keep warm. Very nice indeed. Plus, my mom and I stopped at a few interesting little farm stands and antique stores on the way home. Good times.
I took a ton of photos. I'll post some here and the rest will be over at good old flickr. If you went to the festival, I'd love to see what you bought and the pictures you took.
plant dyed wool
4 comments:
I was there on Sunday! I just loved the booths with the long rows of hanging yarn...yummy. And I'm also amazed that you can't find someone who carves knitting needles and crochet hooks. I thought about that when I saw the vendor with the glass ones.
It's weird, isn't it? I saw some gorgeous needles and hooks and when I asked about them every vendor had ordered them from a major company. they're all mass produced. I loved the glass ones, too, but there were way too many people at the booth to get any information from the seller.
Did I ever mention that I worked as a Sheep Tender at a Historical Village?!? It was hillarious. I was the only one willing to brave the Head-butting. Every morning was an adventure moving them from the pasture to the pet zoo. The jobs we endured as young adults...I wouldn't have traded it for the world!
were you really, Jaimee? Sounds like a fun job (minus the headbutting, of course)!
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