Where To Begin?

Miss B and I escaped to Maine over the weekend, just the two of us. Grant and Taz held down the home fort from Friday night until late Sunday afternoon, and one of them would have earned the title of Superdad if he didn't already own it.

We left as soon as possible after the soccer game (the parents won, believe it or not: we may be slower, but we're taller, this year anyway), but still didn't get to my folks' until nearly midnight. In the morning we set off for the Fiber Frolic under an overcast sky, with thunderstorms forecast, but luckily they held off. We watched our perennial favorite, the sheepdog demo...

Here comes the dog. Better go this way.

Uh oh, she got behind us again! Everybody turn right!

and we met various llamas...


all of them beautiful...


some friendlier than others.

The best part of the day was meeting friends old and new. Here are Lisa and her friend Ginny.


Note the bag in Lisa's right hand. It holds most of the former contents of Amy's sale bin.

(I'm pretty sure I have a better picture of Ginny somewhere.)

Here we see Amy and Teresa, who not only knits but also spins the blues.


Kristen found herself giving an impromptu spindling tutorial, introduced me to Liz, and advised me in the purchase of a Forrester spindle. (You can't really accuse a person of enabling when you practically drag her over to the booth and say, "Which one should I buy?" — but she did offer wise counsel, which I gratefully accepted.)


I met Ellen and her lovely friend, whose name unfortunately eludes me. Ellen runs a LYS in Brunswick; I've never been to it, but anyone wearing that hat must know something about yarn.


Cheryl aided and abetted the spindle-buying, and also found a great way to protect her fair skin. (I don't think she actually bought it, which is a shame because it looks terrific with her hair.)


So there you have it, or some of it, anyway. Tomorrow: the wheel that got away... and the one that didn't.