This last weekend was the Oregon Flock & Fiber Festival. Friday, I picked up Annie at 4:20am . . .
. . . and Emma at 4:45am . . .
. . . both agreed it was way to early. We made a quick stop to stretch our legs, top off the gas tank and get a nice view of Mt St. Helens with the sun rise.
Upon arival at the fairgrounds we met up with Betty and she and I headed off for an all day class with Susan Forsythe and by the end of the day I was in search of a set of Forsythe MiniCombs and even though none of the vendors was officially open I managed to purchase a set. oops.
Although we were up before the crack of dawn, we managed to stay up late, spinning, in our hotel room.
We arrived Saturday and things were really cooking, so many vendors that every time you walked through there was something new you had missed the first time around. It was amazing, but never felt overcrowded since the vendors were spread out over two buildings, the open grassy area and the barn.
There was another class in the afternoon, this time with Janelle of Chameleon Colorworks. I now understand the fractile stripe article that was in Spin Off Summer ’07, along with three other methods of spinning painted rovings. Dinner was wonderful as we met up with Betty and her mom, Martha, a good time was had by all. For photographic proof, see Emma’s blog, here.
Sunday was bad for the budget. The parking lot fleece sale . . .
Emma and I were looking at some Finn fleeces, so soft, and I swooped in bought one of them while she was still deciding. All’s fair in war and fleece sales. There was more wandering and shopping, no classes for us today. Here is Annie with her alpaca shawl and new basket, I wish I had bought one now, but there’s always next year.
In addition to the Finn fleece I bought a washed Romney fleece from Iron Water Ranch, pics tomorrow. Emma and I also bought a lamb, we opted not to get the head, and it will be FedExed to us to be placed in the freezer. Grass fed, no hormones from SuDan Farm.
The ride home was uneventful and we resisted stopping at Ikea for some tax free shopping.
ETA: On the way home hubby called to see how far from home we were. I may have told him I would call before we headed out, oops. I asked how the weekend had been for him, it was the first time I had left him with the kids for more than a day/afternoon. He told me he had grand plans of what he was going to get done while I was gone. Ha! The quote, directly from his lips was: “I was bitch-slapped by the baseball bat of reality.” Yeah, staying home with the kids isn’t as easy as it looks is it!?
I can’t wait until next year!