As is my wont, I took no pictures of people. The dearth of other festival pictures is a testament to the overwhelming nature of MDSW–I was totally overstimulated. I’m just glad it didn’t send me so far over the edge that I spent more than I’d budgeted.

Anyway, I rode down with Michelle and Cyn, and we arrived at about 11am. We’d gotten as far as the first pair of booths when we met up with Alisa and Kirsten, with whom we wandered for much of the day.

The tents alone (plus a brief jaunt through one of the sheep barns, where we said hello to Christina) occupied us until lunch. During those two hours, I was the only one of our group to buy fiber. I was trying to be picky, but I couldn’t resist the call of this orange mohair:


On our way to lunch, we ran into Anj, Ella, and Anj’s friend Amy. Our more-than-ample picnic lunch was complemented by spinning lessons from Amy (for me) and Anj (for Alisa), as both Alisa and I had been planning to buy spindles and roving but had no idea what to look for. After lunch, we hurried off to the Bosworth booth, where I bought the spindle I showed you on Sunday.

I couldn’t really expect the practice roving that came with the spindle to last very long, and my LYSes don’t have roving (except maybe a couple of sample packs), so roving was next on my list. I got these two:


A natural-ish-colored Corriedale from Carolina Homespun (conveniently situated across the aisle from the Bosworth stall) and a miscellaneous orangey woolish blob from Three Waters Farm. They had a sample skein spun up, and I fell in love with the color.

We wandered around for a while more without me purchasing more (the timeline of my friends’ purchases is blurry in my memory). I specifically looked at the Spirit-Trail stall and the Morehouse Merino stall, but none of the yarns they had were precisely what I wanted. (Jen at Spirit Trail had a lovely roving, but it was in a larger-commitment unit than I was ready for.) This means that, after I achieve spinning proficiency, I need to learn to dye my own yarn. Everywhere I went, I saw almost-perfect variegated yarns. They had lovely color combinations, and then someone had to add pink or purple or a yellowy green, or make the greys yellowish, or something. I suppose my pickiness was useful in enabling me to stick to my budget. As it was, I spent exactly what I’d allowed myself in cash.

Sometime later, though, Michelle and I found the Blue Moon Fiber Arts people, from whom Michelle got some very bright pink-and-green variegated yarn and I got this, for a shawl for myself:


During the latter part of the afternoon, I met both Claudia and Stephanie, and I’d like to think that I managed to introduce myself without looking like too much of an idiot. edit: It turns out that Stephanie has an aunt named Naomi and Claudia likes the Decemberists.

A few minutes before we left, Michelle and I wandered back into the main barn so she could look for Koigu, and I found this without particularly looking:


I suspect it’ll become another shawl, but the onyx one will have to come first.

Then, after rejoining Cyn, Kirsten, and Alisa, and acquiring our mandatory servings of faire food (soft-serve ice cream), we wandered back out to the car. This time, though, we didn’t use the main gate, so we were much closer to these:

Penguinswe think these are penguins. as with all of them, click for a full-sized image.

And then we came home. (And I got to drive!)

I’m still sick, so no new spinning or knitting to share. Maybe by the end of the week…