I have finally climbed out of the fiber that I buried myself in earlier this May. Of course, I am talking about all the fiber, fleece, and supplies I purchased at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival. We went with a wool entourage and Mr. Cutthroat would take time out of his lamb eating schedule to carry our purchases to the car. Such a trooper! He was rewarded with kabobs, gyros, and limeade.
We spent two full days at the festival, touring every spot of the festival two, three times. After unloading several animals' fiber from the car, I turned my apartment into a full blown sweat shop. We gave the new-to-me drum carder some TLC, replaced the band (a drama in itself), and started carding. After using the drum carder for 3 seconds, I was in awe about how in the hell people did this by hand. I mean, I have done it by hand and now I am angry that it took me so long to buy a damn drum carder!
Back to the sweat shop. I had the wool entourage washing, dyeing, and carding fleece all over my apartment. No coffee breaks! No unionizing! There was too much to do. Sadly, my sweat shop disbanded the next day as they traveled home. Who says I'm not a good host? Next year, if they dare to come back, I will have a new project lined up. But this time, I will lock the doors from the outside.
