I consider The Season for wool shows the highlight of my social calendar, aside from vacations or once in a lifetime things. For me the season starts at the end of April with Clermont’s Chancellor’s Sheep & Wool Showcase. For the first time in two years I wasn’t vending, and what a weird feeling it was, let me tell you. I got there early with Wendy and her husband Jody, and BANG! I was like a kid in a candy store.

Hot, but beautiful. It's not fair to be hot with no leaves.

Hey little buddy. Don't you just want to snorgle him?

This little lamb had never seen grass yet, there's still snow on his farm!
While walking around with Wendy I talked to quite a few people who all wanted to know where my booth was, and why wasn’t I vending. Eee! That was affirming. It’s easy to think that with the wealth of indie artists out there you’re lost in the crowd. You can be assured that next year I’ll be vending, no way am I passing up the fun and the cash. Speaking of cash, my custom order, Aggie and her mom, were thrilled in ways I cannot begin to describe with their brilliant red lace yarn. It was my pleasure to serve you ladies.

Courtesan, drying in the sun. Sorry no post winding pics at the moment.
This was Wendy’s first show and I wanted to make sure she got a hang of the ins and outs. I showed her fleeces, explained crimp and how neat lanolin is, talked about yarn and spinning fiber… Turns out, I did a little “too” good of a job and she turned to me to say “I want to learn how to spin”. Since her husband followed that by saying “we’re getting you a wheel”, huzzah! We have a convert! I swear, I wasn’t trying. I double damned swear.

Go Wendy, go! I have another fiber child.

Shade, thank GOD.
Jess and I came up with the fabulous idea to have a picnic area set up in the shade. THANK GOD, because it was like NINETY-BAZILLION DEGREES out, the sun was so bright it gave me a headache. We had quite a few burned white-folk later that day, oh yes. My mom was convinced I was burned, I assured her (and was right) that I was red only because I was hot and bothered. Our little camp was a welcome oasis from the sun and it was wonderful to see so many friends there. Carolyn came with her beau Joe (HE sunblocked his head, smart man), Jess, Risa and her monkies, Mom and Nuala (monkeys loved Nuala, mom loved monkeys), Harriet and Tim, Wendy and Jody, and Michelle and Little Man. Little man was in a generous mood and let me hold his hand while we walked around to see the animals.

Monkeys love little alien dogs.

Michelle says "WHACKADOO!" with her hands.
The show had less vendors than usual, but I can’t complain since two of the missing were Carolyn and myself.
There was some wonderful shopping to be had regardless, but alas! No Buckwheat Bridge for the first time ever! I almost had a coronary. So, I spent an inordinate amount of money elsewhere and found a couple of great new vendors. One of them, Chris from Into the Whirled, was literally BRAND NEW. Her colors were gorgeous, her booth well set up and both she and her husband were great folks. I hope to see Chris again someday soon at knitting, it’s great to see fabulous new talent giving it a go. Plus, she was great to talk to. I was so dazzled by her charm and color sense that I spent the most money I have EVER spent on roving in my LIFE in her booth. At this point, I consider it a treat and don’t even care, just looking at that roving makes me warm and fuzzy on the inside. I’m cheap, and proud of it, perhaps I’ve met my Kryptonite?

Two 4oz braids of the most expensive loveliness I've ever laid eyes on.

14 oz of autumny-goodness batts from Longmeadow Farm.
All in all, the day was just lovely. Old guild-mates were friendly and sad that I am gone (at least the ones I care about), old friends were healthy and well, and I was surrounded by the people I care about having a fabulous time. A girl can’t ask for more.

Jess just about passes out from squee as Chris requests her autograph.

I know Knitters with a "K".
Oh, and about the lack of vendors? I have a plan. I will be contacting some of you very shortly.

Becky vending on behalf of Hudson Valley Sheep & Wool. Go Becky!

I taught Susan to spin at a spindle class a couple of years ago and look at her now!
Tags: Festivals, Friends & Fun, Loot