Evening! Back from a lovely and restorative weekend on the shore of Lake Michigan with my very best friends and lots of images. But first: Abby heard from Misha. He is well and safe and scheduled to fly home Wednesday, much to their mutual relief. St. Petersburg really is his home now but I can only imagine the layers of conflict and worry that he has about Russia, his parents and his grandmother. I look forward to seeing both of them relatively soon but I have no immediate plans to fly south. I am watching the weather maps as Hurricane Fay makes her way north and my neighbors keep a close eye on things at the bungalow.
Hi. My name is Vicki and I’m a fiberholic…
The icing on the cake for our women’s weekend was the annual Michigan Fiber Arts Festival being held a short 20 miles away at the Allegan County Fair Grounds. For four days we enjoyed perfect August weather, time on the beach, time fondling wool and admiring sheep.
(This beauty was a grand champion, producing some of the most delicious wool imaginable. Cleaned and carded, the angel soft roving sold for 3.00 an ounce. And we bought some.)
(Building after building, hundreds of vendors- home spinners, fiber artists, cottage industries- displayed their beautiful products. It was terrifyingly tempting for those of us who knit, spin, weave and felt.)
(Considering some handpainted homespun. We went together on enough for two sweaters and then spent considerable time back at the cottage winding it into balls.)
(A Russian woman was sitting in her booth knitting this beautiful mohair lace.)
(I didn’t buy this colorful hat but I did want a picture of it since I am beginning to make hats with one of my friends, a professional costumer. We spent part of the weekend mulling over the construction of bishop’s hats from the Renaissance era. They didn’t look anything like this.)
(Audrey and I have been talking about buying an alpaca or two to keep at her farm and use for fiber, so we spent some time educating ourselves on the ins and outs of alpaca farming. Mostly, it confirmed what we already knew: beautiful breeding females like this championship mother and her 6 week old cria are way, way out of our league, with prices often reaching more than 30,000.)
(Instead, we seriously considered Tiny, an unusually small male, not really destined to be a herdsire, but a great producer with lots of soft fiber with a nice crimp. Here he is humming at Audrey.)
(Back at the cottage, it was fine dining around the clock)
(The cottage is small so three of us slept in my tent, with wonderful cool breezes and a full moon.)
And how was your weekend?