Last weekend, for the third year in a row, I donned Renaissance peasant garb and headed out to join my buddies from the Foothill Fibers Guild at KVMR's Celtic Festival, where we demonstrated wooly crafts.
This first booth shows our set-up, early on Sunday morning, with no spinners yet hard at work. I spent both Saturday and Sunday spinning happily, gabbing with friends, browsing fair wares and eating fair food, while listening to some awesome music.
Sunday was much colder, as a cold front was moving in late Saturday afternoon, and barefoot spinning had to come to an end. I arrived Sunday much more warmly dressed, and of course most of us at the booth have a large stash of wooly wearables at home, so we probably looked both more authentic and warmer.
Of course, there are guilds representing several eras and demonstrating a wee bit of what life might have been like 500 years ago in the Celtic lands... queens, fairies and even trees are represented.
After I had filled two bobbins with the lovely Ramboulliet fleece that I split with Sharon two years ago, and was sitting down to ply, the tension band on my wheel snapped about mid-afternoon (it is a thin piece of fishline, for those who aren't wheel-savvy), and I took that as a sign to visit with friends, drink Irish coffee in an attempt to warm my fingers, and listen to the wonderful music of Dougie MacLean, both at his afternoon workshop and during his headlining act Sunday night.
I had such a grand time, but the chill took its toll... I spent the next few days still bundled trying to get warm and was happy to see the temperatures rise back up in our area... however, I still ended up a bit sickly, under the weather today with a sore throat.
DH and I did squeeze in a visit to baby Odessa and her parents on Monday afternoon (luckily, before I starting feeling ill). I will leave you with a photo of her, trying to answer her papa back!