Oh fuck, is it time to go back to work? I had a delovely weekend, except for a brief interlude with my insane inlaws. In fact, I even gave my hair a vacation and didn't straighten it, so I had big, crazy, almost-blonde curls all over the place this weekend. I felt very boho and relaxed as a consequence, I think, like someone in a travel brochure.
As you can see from the photos, we did make it to the Massachusetts Sheep and Wool Festival on Saturday morning. I managed to escape with only slight damage -- 4 skeins from Mostly Merino to make some super-simple eyelet-edged garter stitch shawls (one for me since my complicated lace shawls do jack shit to combat the arctic blast from my officeplex's vents and another for my mom) and 5 skeins of Jaeger Icelandic laceweight for...uhm, something pretty. I ended up chatting with Margaret Klein Wilson at the Mostly Merino booth for a while -- you know, the lady who wrote The Green Mountain Spinnery Book -- and she mentioned that she is working on another book, which I thought was rad news.
As always, half the motivation for me to go to these sorts of things, besides the obviously appealing shopping opportunities, are the animals. You can see over there that we have a Tibetan yak, which, sorry, is just really cute. And also, you could get camel rides! I did not get one because, you know, I was trying to be a grown up. It was hard though. Man oh man, though, the camels were making the worst honky noises! I guess that's what they do.
The rest of the weekend was spent enjoying the sun and books and popsicles and old movies at night. Sadly it's Tuesday and work and straighened hair are imminent.