Spinning on World-wide Knit in Public Day

Every year, The Mannings has a Spinning Day with lots of demonstrations and fun. Being good little knitters and spinners, we went to play, and being a not-particularly good little blogger, I've had to restart the computer five times to get this far into the post. Grrr.

Anyway, no day at a farm focussed on spinning and knitting would be complete without these balls of cuteness.
SO sweet and snuggly, I got slobbered on a good bit (for some reason sheep and horse slobber makes me happy, dog slobber irks me. Go figure.)
Anyway, it was a gorgeous day, nearly ten degrees cooler than the day before, but even so, a bit warm for a heavy wool coat.

So something was done about that.
It wasn't actually done very well, the poor little guy had quite a few battle wounds, and ruined the fleece to boot, but he looked a little happier once he was a naked sheep.

There were sweet alpaca that I still think would have fit in Coleen's car on the way home (I wanted the black and the dark brown ones)


and teenager-y llama's that rolled their eyes at Jolene (they sensed the motherhood vibe from her)


a scruffy beautiful Norwegian Forest Cat almost as cute as the one I have at home

note: the local wegie disagrees and wants to point out how well his eyes match this yarn


A tiny grey kitty that would have fit in Jolene's purse if he weren't so squirmy


and his orange/buff brother

ahem - kittens are fast
Take 2


Afterwords the big rowdy group of us (6 in all) went to a diner where we completely astounded our waitress. She looked a bit taken aback by nearly everything we said, which is likely why we all completely forgot to have her take the photo of our self-portraits, drawn on the back of our paper placemats. In liu of that art, I leave you sheepy sculptures.


Oh, and since we weren't allowed to smuggle home any alpaca (or kittens), I brought this small haul home. The book found it's way to my via Jolene, who still has the copy I loaned her, although now slightly coffee-colored. There's also a small kit for a knitting basket ornament, because I seem to have a slight knitting-themed-ornament obsession, and nearly four thousand yards of laceweight cotton. 3,800 yards, to be more precise. And it cost FIVE FREAKING DOLLARS. Two large shawls worth, for FIVE FREAKING DOLLARS. Blow me down.


P.S. ~
A very Happy Anniversary to two people who showed me what marriage is all about.... My parents have been married well over seven-hundred years, and haven't killed each other yet.