I taught two classes in the bunkhouse day room on Saturday-
But Friday and Saturday evenings were all for play- and boy did I play.
Ettrick Wind Wheel that Marie brought and demoed.
shop. It was all very tempting, but I brought along my own wool, and a whole bag of cotton sliver to spin (and the Yarn/Fiber Buying Moratorium is still in effect).
Marie brought a triangle loom, and worked on a shawl throughout the weekend. I. do. not. want. this. loom. either.
We laughed and learned and enjoyed the company of folks who don't look at you funny when you say that you love the smell of raw fleece.
I wish I could tell you the story of the legless pet chicken (named, I kid you not, Peg. Peggy Eileen. seriously), but Peg's owner doesn't want the whole world to know that she carts a hen around with her on overnight trips.
I can tell you about the yarn we made, and the yarn we dyed. I'll do that tomorrow.