Let me repeat.
My husband. Had this idea. To have all three of us go. To MSWF.
It was my Mothers Day present. <3
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We went for the last hour or so on the last day, but there was still a lot to see. There were sheep, naturally, and OH the wool. Seeing all the fiber made me want to learn to spin; even Sammy got mesmerized by a spinning demonstration. Punkin Q. Pie only had eyes for a loudly baaing BFL.
Walking around all the vendors was a bit daunting for me; there was a very large amount of beautiful stuff, but I still had the distinct feeling that I could take it or leave it. There was some picking up of skeins and an equal amount of putting them back. I had expected to feel, you know, "the power of yarn compels you!" or some such similar sensation.
Then I turned a corner and my eyes fell immediately on the Spirit Trail Fiberworks booth -- scads of deep rich colorways hanging beneath three or four heavenly shawls floating overhead. No gasps, no stopping for pictures. Just an immediate BEELINE.
So I can haz a yarn:
This is Nona, in a special colorway called Bacchus -- lots of grape-y purples and greens, soooo gorgeous. Also, it's 50% Merino, 25% Cashmere, 25% Bombyx Silk; I couldn't stop petting it. Also also, it's laceweight, so I've got like 640 yards of the stuff.
Then we went and got ice cream. It was a wonderful afternoon. :)