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.
6 comments:
I think you should suggest they change the date to a couple-three weeks earlier. The end of September is too unpredictable. Glad you had a good time, though.
Love the umbrella!
It doesn't matter if its rainy, as long as there is lots of fiber-y goodness!
It was great having a bit of time to talk to you and your daughter. It really wasn't that cold. And there were lots of breaks in the drizzle. I was SO grateful that the real rain held off until I was almost home. I hate driving at night in the driving rain when I am that tired.
I'm pretty sure it's rained every year since they moved it back to tunbridge. Because I've only ever gone ONCE and had it not rain - and that was in essex...
Not that I'm saying they should move it back - the tunbridge location is gorgeous!
These fiber festivals just don't know how to cooperate with the sun.
I was envious of your rain. (Not so much anymore. I think my boots have been wet for a week. And Sam is asking for another walk.)
Love a good fiber festival - and rain keeps the crowds away :)
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