>Please don’t all collectively keel over with shock, but I have none of the semi-mandatory Fibre Festival pics of assorted unbearably cute ovine & camelid species.
In fact there was absolutely no interaction with assorted fleece -bearing livestock this time round at all
just totally ran out of time I’m afraid
and the reason ?
just too many people I needed to hug / chat with / buy stuff from / have coffee with
wherever one looked there were small groups foregathering – frequently in the middle of the road – mostly sporting Ravelry badges
I wonder what the appropriate collective noun would be for a group of Ravellers ?
A rave of Ravellers perhaps ? or a ravelling ?
I’m afraid the cute-and-fleecy didn’t get a look-in
Let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. When you read you begin with …
[ Okay. I’m back! Slight detour into Sound of Music territory there ]
Anyway WE started of the morning at The Flower Shed where I left most of my yarn/fibre budget in the hands of Mandie from Ewe Give me The Knits
and DrK [ aka Kylie ] wearing Ysolda Teague’s Rose Red Beret made by … guess who ? … RoseRed … appropriate, yes ? ]
Also at the table with us: Bells’ friends, the delightful Knitabulous [ Ailsa – on the left ] in her Ishbel beret, and Randomknits [Donna ] wearing a beautiful “Gretel” beret by Ysolda Teague that you totally can’t see in this photo and “Aran Scarf” by Veronica Manno. Right at the end as they got up to leave the table – and after this photo was taken – they both pulled on truly amazing gloves. Luckily for you lot, there are details on both their blogs.
True to form, Bells whipped out the current travelling knitting:
her aptly named Bendigo socks.
In a moment of shockingly unprecedented short-sightedness, I had signally failed to come likewise prepared … bad Catsmum … bad … bad … bad !
I was so much in danger of withdrawal symptoms that I had to come home and cast on a new shawl straight away
but that’s a post for another day
and in a postscript to yesterday, Tara has kindly offered to pick up a lambieskin for Noah tomorrow.
Her blood’s worth bottling!