So, when Larry asked on sunday morning what I'd like to do for Mother's Day, I had a ready answer. The New Hampshire Sheep and Wool Festival!
He's such a good sport.
Dan was at work and Evan had a paper to work on, so just the two of us headed up to the fairgrounds, about 15 minutes from Concord, New Hampshire. Imagine hundreds of sheep farmers, wool producers, spinners, weavers, knitters, and their assorted companions milling around. Then add pens of sheep, goats, llamas, displays of freshly shorn wool, spun yarns, and the usual fried dough and hot dog stands. Oh, and sheepherding dogs.
I fell in love with an angora rabbit named Joe. Larry would not let me buy him.
We watched the dogs compete in sheepherding. Those dogs were amazing, how they work as a team, and carefully could separate out particular sheep from the herd; or convince a pack of sheep to go up a ramp.
I fingered a lot of wool, and talked to a lot of yarn producers. I was looking for some dark green merino yarn for a sweater for Dan, but didn't find what I was looking for. I bought some yarn for another sweater that came from a merino sheep named Linda. I am not kidding, I was told its common practice for small producers to mark a particular sheep's wool if its of excellent quality.
There was a sheep-to-shawl contest. Teams sheared, spun, and then knit a shawl.
Some sheep give their all. I enjoyed my shish kabob.
Shorn llamas are even odder looking than usual. They also make this weird whining noise.
I bought some merino/silk for a lacy shawl
And Lucy's checking out the cashmere/silk I bought for a scarf.