A bunch of us crazies got up early Sunday morning to take the Down Fibers Spinning class.
Cashmere and other tricky [read: expensive] fibers were something I had been wanting to learn, but I was too afraid to waste good fiber on learning. The class booted my ass into getting that cashmere and qiviut and buffalo and angora bunny fiber that has been in my stash out of my stash and onto a bobbin.
Here's KnitHoundBrooklyn and her fabulous yellow socks with a bobbin full of baby camel and cashmere and cashmere silk blend:
Stellina took the whole "high fiber diet" thing literally:
I'm sure Shansays has a picture of me taking a picture of her
After class, I decided to make myself feel like a total slouch and I went to watch the Sheep to Shawl excitement:
Then I had a pretty good internal argument with the philosophy behind my vegetarianism:
Of course, there were more sheep and goats to pet. This Romney from Anchorage Farm in Saugerties was just begging to be shorn. I had to bargain with him: I would take his fleece, but he would have to stay on the farm. No deal.
This blue-eyed cashmere kid wanted a home as well:
He was unhappy living at Black Locust Farm in Maine (!) and wanted to try city life. Adventurous, isn't he?
I had no idea how big in size Rambouillets were. They all seemed really docile, but that's a lot of wool! The rams looked so regal with their curly-q horns.
I encountered a rather friendly Romedale/CVM:
He kept nosing my camera and fogging up my lens!
More pretty Leicester Longwools:
Have I failed to mention that there was shopping to be done? All I have to say is THANK YOU to KnitHound for having the foresight to buy a Volvo!
We were all pretty pleased with ourselves, but I feel as though I missed enough of the vendors so that I'll have to go back next year in order to feel like I've had the full-on Rhinebeck experience.
Back to the big bad city to wash a mountain of wool.