We made it to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival again. We are so lucky to live only about 15 minutes drive from Howard County Fairgrounds so going is very painless.
The boys love it. There were vintage tractors driving people in a loop from the parking lot to the entrance. There were tools. And sheep. And Llamas. And Alpaca. And sheep dog shows. And icecream.
I found - yet again - that I need ALL DAY, preferably all alone, to appreciate everything that was there. But the nice thing is that it doesn't change too much. The guy who makes the best brooms in the world is always there. The family who sell the gorgeous hickory stools that I never manage to buy are always there playing bluegrass while sitting on the stools. My favorite yarn purveyors are always there...along with the crowds around whatever seller is the hot thing this year. I always spend time looking wistfully at the handmade baskets...and shaker boxes....and rugs...and gorgeous wool blankets.
And then I just try to take in all the color and texture. It's an overwhelming visual feast. I'm not sure if I like knitting because of the things I make...or because I just love yarn. How it looks, how it feels...but mostly? How it looks.
