I’m getting emails from people that want to know! And here I am, selfishly immersed in a book I bought at Black Sheep (you know it’s gotta be good, because I HATE reading), and weeding through over 80 emails.
Ok, first of all, Mary was overcome by her mitts Thursday night.
She spent at least 10 minutes saying nothing but, “oh my gosh, you guys! Oh my gosh! You guys! You guys, oh my gosh!”
It was cute.
She loved them.
As for the Black Sheep Gathering…. where to begin?
We packed a bunch of yummy
food and our camping stuff, parked the car in the camping field
Friday morning, and didn’t leave ’til Sunday morning. It was fantastic.
I went down with my wheel and nothing to spin, so I had the happy time of wandering the massive trade show booths, looking for the perfect fiber. It turned out to be three, 2 oz roving braids dyed by Lynn Vogel of the Twisted Sisters Sock Workbook.
And she’s very sweet.
Then we spun. And spun. And spun. And spun and spun and spun, the whole weekend. We met really fun, interesting people. We answered a zillion questions about spinning, wheels, and fiber by onlookers and passersby.
This was the spinning circle in the trade show on Friday.
It was 2 to 3 times that size on Saturday.
My favorite find over the weekend is too completely cool to have share a post with anything else, so I’ll show you tomorrow.
I’d already typed up a quick recap of the weekend in an email, so I cut and pasted it here.
“Spinning in a random group assembled in the trade show buildings ’til
it closed, then moving out to to spin under the food tent in front
with another random group of ladies ’til we were too hungry to ingore
Eating dinner at our camping site, lending another group of lady
campers our lighter because they forgot theirs, walking by other
large assemblies of campers spinning under their tent covered coolers
and portable picnic tables on the way to the bathrooms…
Wandering around the livestock barns at night, talking to shepherds
Arguing amongst ourselves about which breed is the best/cutest/most
Laying in the tent at night listening to the Baaaaaa’s never got old.
We giggled about it frequently.
Knitting or reading in the sleeping bag until our eyes were rolling
back in our heads before falling asleep.
Waking up with the sun, eating breakfast, sitting and talking ’til we
decide to haul the wheels back out to the food tents in the front of
the tradeshow buildings to spin with yet another randomly assembled
group of women ’til it opened.
Getting so caught up in our spinning that we don’t in fact get out of
our chairs for hours. Moving indoors to the spinning circle in the
trade show ’til we’re too starving for lunch to focus.
Eat lunch. Come back and shop. Spin ’til the trade show closes. Move
back out to the food tent and spin, waiting for the dinner potluck to
begin, listening to a fiddle, guitar, and banjo group.
Etc. etc. etc. until we wake up Sunday morning more emotionally and
physically relaxed than I thought humanly possible…
So. Freaking. Awesome.”
And now I need to stop ignoring my children, who are officially on summer break now, get dressed, and think of something fun to do with them. I feel a bit backlogged on the blog. I have about 5 posts I can think to write, to show all that’s been going on with the knitting, sewing, spinning… and then there’s this new thing I saw at Black Sheep. I can hardly contain myself.