Fiber Follies

Saturday was the day to meet bluecanary (from the knittyboard) at Winderwood. She’d planned to meet her dad for brekkie at Bob & Ruth’s in Naples, just a few minutes away. Made sense to trot over to the farm afterward.

Of course I was late! Suffice it to say that Saturday was the Day of the Driving Dead. No matter which road taken I’d get stuck behind a poky puppy snailing along at not quite 30 in a 55. Doesn’t help that I’m horribly impatient. Doesn’t help that these people just happened to be in front of me in no-passing zones. So, nothing to do but slow down and hope the guys wouldn’t file a Missing Person report.

Thankfully, bluecanary saw the farm and not my vehicle so drove past and on round the valley. She returned a few minutes after I’d finally arrived.

I couldn’t wait to get her into the shop! First of course, she had to meet Bob & Patrick. I think they clicked right off, instant conversation from all sides. As they talked, I checked out the kittens. Here’s the other mamacat. She’s uneasy about people peeking in at her babies so usually hides them.

I did manage to see one. Here’s the little bugger:

Eyes just newly opened, the little thing looks so delicate!

Original Mamacat’s kittens are all over the place. They’re exploring and climbing and wrestling and not still long enough for pictures.

We had a look at the sheep and goats. As usual, they stroll to the fence to see if we bring goodies. No goodies so they soon lost interest.

Now it was time to shop. The shop isn’t gigantic but it is quite large and filled to the rafters with great stuff. Such a big variety of fibers! Oh, the colours! Spinning wheels and spindles and looms, oh my! Baskets and magazines and books, bobbins and and and… well, just about anything you can think of for happy fiber life. Bluecanary enjoyed it. she knew right off what ingeo is, see, here she’s telling me about it:

Patrick had to run off on errands so told us to haul our stuff to the house for Bob to tot up. Here’s bluecanary with her choices:

Including an inkle loom, a lazy kate and fiber, I think she bought that ingeo as well as good old hand-dyed merino, and what’s that small packet of brown stuff? Must be something lovely and soft and unusual. See how happy she is with her choices!

Now it was time to enjoy a cuppa and recuperate from the shopping. Nice to relax against a backdrop of dyed stuff drying by the wood stove. Bob had dyed more silk-see the true yellow? She had a try at the Sonata and the talk and general yappy opinionated political stuff that is often heard here.

I shopped too. Mine was the usual inability to resist fibers and more bobbins. I believe I’ve now got 7 or 8 bobbins for the Sonata. And will have more. It’s fun to swap out a bobbin of this to work on a bobbin of that. I now have more llama which is strange to spin-kind of like human hair, long and heavy but makes a mighty nice yarn. And a merin/tencel blend I’ve eyed for a time. I really need to stop buying fiber and get busy spinning what I have.