Okay, first things first: I had a great time visiting my parents this weekend.
We went to SAFF and had a really wonderful time. I– perhaps disingenuously– told them that it was “more of an animal show,” which meant that when we talked in to the main building,
I thought, Man, I should not have come to this one.
- My Dad
I mean, if you’ve been to fiber festivals, you know. It was funny (to me) to hear them exclaim over the size of it:
“I had no idea there were so many people who are in to this sort of stuff!”
“Well, the Maryland one was even bigger, and I’ve heard that the New York one is even bigger than that.”
Since I’m going through some sheep withdrawal, I really did mostly want to see the animals. They were showing when we walking into the barn, which was so, so adorable to watch:
The little Shetlands and little children having broken the ice, we went inside to walk around to look at everything for sale.
It was like going to a boat show or something. It’s very obvious what everything is, but, on the other hand, there’s a specialized and specific vocabulary for everything– it was hard to know what to say to people. You know, ‘Nice… boat-thing?’ ‘Nice… yarn?’
- My Mom
It was so nice to see a friend, and get to talk for a while. I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of running in to someone I knew, so seeing her was a really wonderful surprise.
You can see that I’m wearing my Cormo Rusticus.
I did go home with a little yarn– enough Corriedale from Sue Bundy of Solitude Wool– basically, the two women who run this are the stateside Sue Blacker, and I can’t say enough good thing about them– to make a sweater for a friend of mine who (I hear) has nearly worn his first sweater out.
And my parents?
By the end, once I saw how everything fit together? I got in to it. I was glad to get to see it all.
So that makes it a success all around.