Knitigator drove. I rode shotgun. I forgot to navigate (Julie filled the breach) as I squinted at the Fleece Artist sock I was reknitting. Sixty-eight stitches turned out to be baggy floppy, so a sixty-four stitch restart was starting. One cuff later, we arrived at Connecticut Sheep and Wool.
Jess did the linkfest. She speaks for the lazy linkers like me. Smaller fiberfests are simply wonderful. We shopped, ran into each other over and over again, shopped a little more, spindlespun, attracted crowds to The Wheel Thing booth, then sat on the grass and rested. We translocated to folding chairs in the bandstand. Life was good.
The usual suspects were in attendance. I barely escaped camnesia. Judy, Marcy, Jess, in order. Jess was wearing her handspun tencel Flowerbasket shawl. It glowed.
I was happy to enable SadlyBloglessManise and Kathy with beautiful Polwarth fleeces. My selections were somewhat less grandiose than a fleece.
Sun, sheep, fleeces, fiber, yarn, knitters, spinners, bloggers, toys. Perfect.