1. We did not get kicked out of the local Whole Foods.
2. I learned a great deal about spinning, joining, predrafting, wheel acquisition, local resources and plying.
3. We attracted a goodly amount of attention. Julia fielded questions from an older aspiring knitter (aspiring to knit, not spin), and a man who even had a clue about what we were doing.
4. Three hours zoomed by with no sense of time having passed.
5. A RAOK occurred. Julia gave me Woolen Rabbit angora/merino roving. It is beyond soft. It has a cashmere-like feel, but more resiliency. I am so happy.
6. Julia rocks. I am a very lucky SIPper that she is a New England knitter.
7. When I left, there were no new toads littering the cafe, and no one had suddenly expired, despite my pulling the roving apart to try a new join. The cosmos was with us on this one, otherwise, our welcome would have been over.
We did bring our cameras.
During the Renaissance, when guilds became more organized (another way of saying exclusionary), only brewing, silk making and spinning freely allowed women to join. In fact, these were guilds that were treated as "exclusively female industries." Wool handling was considered a major, important guild. (There were 7 majors, 14 minors.)
Just in case you were wondering.
It wouldn't be a day in June without a picture from the Etherknitter's garden. This is another Siberian iris, 'Windwood Serenade'.