It's now officially traditional that it rains for the entire Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival. Tunbridge turns into a quagmire; vendors, exhibitors, and attendees shiver in the damp cold; umbrellas and raincoats drip everywhere. But that just makes it perfect for wrapping up in wool, which is the whole point of the festival, right?
The only ones whose enthusiasm was utterly undampened (sorry. you know how I am) were the sheepdogs who were there to show off their herding skills. They watched their boss intently, waiting for the go-ahead signal. You could just hear them thinking "Is it my turn yet? Is it my turn yet? Now? How about now? Is it my turn yet? I'm ready! Ready ready ready ready! Is it my turn yet?" I wish I loved my job that much...
My youngest daughter and I attended together, as we usually do. And while we saw all sorts of wonderful things (yarn! roving! spindles! sweaters! shawls! fuzzy critters!), I only managed to take one picture:
Because the sight of these two folks sharing a tiny little Hello Kitty umbrella was just too cute to pass up.