Day Two at the festival continued the amazing journey into the very center of the fiber world. In fact, after all the preparation, travel, set up and immersion in this world, we begin to feel like we've been transported to the Planet of the Sheep People. And we LIKE it.
Julie's spinning here with her Sheep to Shawl team, the Black Sheep. Their gorgeous shawl was woven with a Jacob sheep warp and a Hog Island sheep weft. Rare breeds rock. Their team didn't end up winning, but their shawl brought a lovely auction price.
Between forays into the shopping crowds and the eye-popping vendor wares, Emma took little naps and spinning breaks. She spindle-spun some excellent Jacob roving, way above her experience level. Was it the Golding spindle? Is it her amazing spinning pedigree? Or is she just an incredible kid? Answer: #3.
We met Eric, who was rockin' the kilt thing, and was also drop spindling in his hand knit slouch hat. Dude, go for the gold.
Angie took me up on the challenge of envisioning a fair isle project with the four shades of alpaca yarn I toted from Texas. I sure hope I get to see the finished project.
On the last day, there's always a little urgency to sweep the fairgrounds to see every vendor in every booth, barn, tent and cranny. I was freshly aware of how difficult it must be for fiber and yarn vendors to compete - the colors and put ups get more exciting and more beautiful, in order to get the customers' attention and stand out from the crowd. Just wow.
The critters know how to get our attention, by being just so irresistible and cute and stuff. The goats were goaty and sweet...
The angora bunny babies wiggled their noses, and their way into our hearts...
And little week-old lambs... well, good luck passing those by without stopping.
But today was the last day. And our sweet little Jacob Sheep Conservancy booth (which did really well, by the way, thanks) had to come down, again.
Nineteen minutes after the 5 o'clock bell, the booth was packed up, and my pals were on their varied ways home.
Where else can you follow a van like this down the road and out onto the highway? These are our people.
Now Emma and I get one last night of vacation, and then we head back home ourselves. Our real life is pretty sweet, but this trip to Sheepville has been a treat, again. Thank you, Maryland!
When we get back to Texas, Emma will take some of the amazing video and photos that we've kept under wraps, and put together a wonderful montage of the weekend, before the freshness is off of the experience. Stay tuned.
I drove down with a friend and we spent a delightful day with her mom, wandering the festival. We watched a rav friend clip her German angora bunny, Hoppin’ Fresh, who was incredibly well behaved and enormously fluffy. I met another fellow raveler (Hi Knitnknot!) and came home with all sorts of lovely goodies. I was gifted the beautiful purple and blue roving (angora/cormo, I think) and the gorgeous purple angora and I brought a soap and lotion bar as a gift and would have brought more if I’d known I’d see more friends. I’ll have to pack extras in the future, just in case.
It’s shearing time and I was delighted to get a sample of Pumpkin’s fleece again this year. She’s a 4 year old cormo ewe and her shepherd generously allows me to reserve her fleece each year. It’s small this year and Donna said all the fleeces were small. I expect that is a result of the very mild winter. It’s not any less lovely than usual. Riley things it smells mighty fine.
Melissa sent a Barnes and Noble gift card for my birthday and those always come in handy. I popped into the bookstore and this excellent reference on sheep breeds with useful information about the qualities of their wool immediately grabbed my eye. I didn’t look any further but went straight to the checkout line snagging this awesome tote on the way.
I plied up the red yarn this week. It’s 20% nylon %80 superwash merino from MadColor. Unfortunately, this yarn really bleeds even after 2 washes in Synthrapol and a vinegar rinse as well. No color bled onto my hands as I worked with it so I think it’s safe to make a shawl or something wearable with it but I will have to remember to always wash it alone.
Since it only comes once a year, it sure feels like Christmas. We trailer our boys up to my friends Amy and Arlin McCrosky's amazing ranch in Greenville, and we get to be part of a couple of days of assembly line shearing magic.
Everyone has a job, and the collective works like a Swiss watch. After four years, I've finally found my place in the machine, collecting the fiber into bags - one for the prime blanket fiber and the other bag for the leg and neck fiber. The bags are labeled with the animal's name, date of birth and other background information. We twist the two bags for each animal together and set them aside. The floor mats are swept and blown off with an air compressor between each animal to keep the fibers from mixing.
After several hours, we take a break. This is Mark Loffhagen, the shearer with the golden blades. I've talked about Mark before... he's the same as ever, an Americanized Kiwi with a rye sense of humor.
We were all ready to take a load off for a bit after about a third of our animals were sheared. Our lunch break came after about another third of the 'pacas were done. All told, I think I heard that we did 74 animals. Tomorrow we'll probably do about that many again.
Fun sights around the barn - this is a female boarding at Amy's place who has the cutest face ever. Can you believe that silly smile? And her dark eyes, and black snip on her nose! She is a doll.
This is part of the group of ladies that occupy the barn where the shearing takes place. It's quite a crowd - very good looking...
And then here came Amy's star herd sire: Abundance. Wow - he is really amazing. So much fleece coverage on his face that he can barely see. The rest of his body is just packed with fiber as well. They don't call him Abundance for nothing.
Hi buddy!
...And... the "after" shot. He's still a big guy without it, but the fleece is just enormous.
Every time I go there, I am amazed at Amy's fabulous barn. This much hay would last me for years! But with all the mouths she feeds, it lasts significantly less time.
She has a cool way of keeping her fleeces contained - we toss them into a big dog run. They stack high, rather than taking up all the floor space. Nice.
So, we got home without incident (and me pulling my very first trailer all by myself!) and the three shorn boys had to make friends all over with the still-fluffy boys. They literally don't recognize each other without their fleeces, just like the sheep a couple of weeks ago. Here's Boaz - a mere shadow of his former self.
And Moonstruck and Levi, together for comparison. Not a fair comparison - Moonie is a big piggy boy, and Levi is the tiniest thing we have in the pasture. But you get the idea.
And the payoff for the day's work: pretty, pretty fleece. This is Boaz's fleece. We made an interesting discovery. He's not a white alpaca with an apricot cast, he's a bona fide FAWN alpaca. Amy says our good herd nutrition did that for his fleece, and that it's a very good thing. Yay!
Levi's huacaya fleece is really, really soft and white, but what you can't see in this shot of the butt ends of the fibers is the outside of his fleece, which is a MESS. Mud, spit, and who knows what else, got all over him, and it's going to be a job to get it clean.
And then our little Suri superstar, Micah. Again Amy drooled over his fleece, which we have noticed has a lovely light silver cast to it. We're considering whether Micah may have a new career path ahead of him, besides growing the softest, densest fleece we've had here to date. (That may change once we get Joseph sheared.) More news if it develops.
It was a really great day, and I learned more cool things about alpacas, shearing, fiber, and our own boys. And the news is all good. We have some really nice fiber on our farm. Hallelujah!
And now I have an ice pack on my back and I've taken some Ibuprophen, so I'll be able to do all this again tomorrow, when I trailer the Boys of Color (black, fawn and gray) back up to Greenville for another day of shearing fun.
To wrap up, here's a video about how Amy "harvests" fleeces she may use later in competition. "Show fleeces" get special attention, and must be handled differently from your regular, run of the mill amazing fleece. The process is called "noodling," though no noodles are used. Crazy. Enjoy:
The red braid from SPA is all spun up but not yet plied. I thought I’d spin up this pretty Falkland roving first. The colors really remind me of the ocean.