Wouldn't that make a great title for a book? Of course it would probably only appeal to fiberholics like me, and maybe you, too.
Because of the week I had, I overslept this morning. After a cup of coffee, I took off by myself for the Ann Arbor Fiber Expo, a short 50 mile drive away.
I won't tell you how much I spent, but I did manage to spend all the overtime I earned this week and probably then some. I bought quite a bit of spinning fiber from my friends Sarah and Emily, who happened to have booths there and bought a couple of skeins of alpaca yarn. I even splurged and bought a pair of alpaca socks because my feet were cold. Not that I couldn't knit them myself, but I couldn't for $15, so I bought them. I'm wearing them right this moment and my feet are toasty warm.
The show was excellent, maybe even better than the Allegan event in August, but the best thing of all was how all of the different fiber artists managed to inspire me. I came home and spun a beautiful purple alpaca blend and mixed in hot pink locks of the curly Lincoln for texture. This special yarn, only 52 yards, will be what I use for the cuffs of a pair of mittens. It's the first time I've sat at my wheel since the summer when I injured my back again, and it felt good. Really good.
My friends were geeked because, Jillian, from Knitty.com, came by their booths and loved their fibers. They're such amazing fiber artists and have thrown their all into making this interest their livelihoods. I'm thrilled for them that they're getting the attention they deserve.
Leo would like you all to know that there is no truth to the rumor that he was huffing the angora fumes, even though I caught him red-pawed. When he pulled his head out of the bag, he had white angora fibers stuck to his nose. He also likes the game of swatting at the treadles on my wheel and fiddling with the flyer. He's always entertained by the spinning wheel and the abundance of fiber floating around the room.