Or rather, fleece and dirty, because I am so not going down the path of down… yet. Being a teacher (ish), I had Veterans’ Day off, which meant extra time to write my book and wash my newly acquired grease fleece. I won’t tell you about my writing: that’s my other blog. You folks want to know about the wool. I am a fiber n00b, so this “how to” is the result of research, trial, and some damn fine luck.
I’m in the process of moving my knitting and fiber blogging into a blog of it’s own, so starting with this post, everything fiber related will be posted in full at my fiber blog, Variations on a String. Here’s the start of my post about the New England Fiber Festival!
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Abandon hope, all ye who read here. Beyond this sentence lies an account of the first step of a helpless soul into utter madness. Beyond this sentence lies an account of… SHEEP DAY!!!
(This is my Sheep Day face. I’m like a kid on Christmas morning, halfway through the stocking candy.)
“Sheep Day” was actually the Fiber Festival of New England. It’s basically a big geek fest for people who like wool. If you’re a knitter and you’ve never been to a fiber festival (as I had not), all I can say is WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Tickets were cheap ($5.00); the bounty of beautiful yarns, tools, and crafts was deliciously overwhelming; and the camaraderie of fellow wool-lovers is a delight to the heart. And the mind–I talked to dozens of incredibly knowledgeable people. In the course of a few hours of glad-handing and eavesdropping, I learned more about wool than I have in six months of Google searches. I mean, sure, you can find everything on the internet, but people are much better at answering the questions you don’t realize you need to ask.
I’ve got creativity on the brain right now. It’s a dangerous state of mind sometimes (as can be evidenced by my dead-serious and possibly ill-advised statement to John this morning: “I think I want to quit my life and become a wool farmer”), but it also fills me with this boundless joy and plenitude of energy that I get antsy if I can’t share. I’m having a hard time finding enough people to share it with, so I’m going to share with you this poem that I wrote in a similar state of inspired madness some who-knows-when time ago.
I don’t care what you do,
as long as it gives a piece of you to the world.
If you aren’t creating,
you’re only taking.
That’s a thankless way to live.