Rhinebeck was...well...Rhinebeck. As always, my attention was directed towards the sheep. Yeah, yeah, I may have purchased a small amount of Icelandic fleece from my favourite Icelandic fleece seller but shopping isn't really my thing - it is a bit too much of a feeding frenzy for my taste. Communing with our wooly friends, however, is. There was the sweetest little, black Shetland who was content to have her face scratched all day and I was content to do it. No photo of her, but here are a few others...
Sheep in jackets.
There also were goats.
The fabulous sheep shearing guy.
Possibly the most beautiful Rambouillet fleece ever. I coveted it but it was a display fleece so my covetous ways were not fulfilled.
Not sure if it was being around all those sheep that did it, but I suddenly have found myself plunged into fleecy goodness since returning home. I received an order for some carded batts to sell at St. John's newest yarn store (hooray!! not sure if they have a website yet but I will link if/when they do). I wasn't totally sure when I might get a moment to make them up before heading to Sackville, but some how, some way, I managed to make a bunch (quite nice too, if you ask me), package them up and - here's the real kicker - mail them off in less than 24 hours. My sense of self-righteous glory marches forward unchecked.
But wait! There's more!
Today, while I wasn't mailing packages to St. John's, I was teaching a spinning workshop to a group of homeschoolers, ages 5 to 13. An awesome group! Maybe it is because my kids' eyes glaze over as soon as the words "spinning workshop" are mentioned that it was so thrilling to be around a group of kids who are jazzed about wool and spinning. I started the workshop by asking if anyone was wearing clothes (I like them to think about how much effort goes into making a set of clothes by hand - they usually have a new appreciation by the end of the workshop after they have given the spindle a go). In this case, everyone raised their hand but they did it in total sincerity. Could there be anything more beautifully heart breaking? Me, miss! I am! Hooray - we were ALL wearing clothes! And in our clothes, we all learned to spin. I think I converted at least three of them.
It is a slow way to world domination, but it's a way nonetheless.