Wednesday
May062009
Sheeps and wolves.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009 at 5:53PM
That's what my son thought I said when I told him I was headed to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival.
"Won't the wolves eat the sheep?" he asked, incredulously.
Poor thing. WOOL, darling, WOOL. WOOL as in yarny goodness. WOOL as in nectar of the gods.
Here's me, setting out on a gray Saturday morning for the bestest festival ever in the invention of humanity.
Notice the orb. It follows me. It is the orb of wooly delight. Does one follow you, too?
As I traversed the beautiful Maryland countryside, something began to pelt the windshield. Something oddly wet. Please note that I did not take these pictures while operating a motor vehicle. I would never endanger myself in that way. I barely walk, for goodness sake. I don't want something out-of-doors, like a bird, to crash into me.
Just to prove that the Maryland countryside is indeed beautiful, I present to you:
and
Those are cows. Or horses. Definitely a farm animal of some kind. Maryland has them.
Oh, oh... wait! Is this the hill approaching the Howard County Fairgrounds in West Friendship, Maryland? Is it? IS IT?
I think... WAIT...
It is! IT IS!
Cars. Maryland has them.
True story. I walked next to the delightful man and woman on the farthest left in this picture. She said to him, "How are those socks?" He replied, "They feel pretty good, I think. Cushiony." She said, "Do they feel plasticky? If they do, all I have to do is get some sock yarn that's 100% wool. I can do that, if the nylon content in that yarn bothers you." He said, "I'll give that some thought. That might be OK."
Sock knitters take note: all you have to do to get your husband to sign off on the purchase of more sock yarn is make it sound like you're fixing a problem he has.
One of the things that I love about the festival is that it's free. Free to get in, free to park.
It is crowded once you're inside, though.
I made a beeline for my babies at Cloverhill Yarn. Cloverhill had a great location just inside the main entrance of a covered barn. So the rain didn't bother them any. And it didn't bother my babies.
Hello, honies.
I'm sorry mama can't take a clear picture of you to save her life. I love you anyway.
Be good at your new house. Mama will miss you.
It was a wee bit crowded in the main barn.
I decided to say hello to my friends the sheeps. Or the sheepinses, depending on what kind of mood I'm in.
Hello, beautiful Blue Faced Leicester sheeps! (It's said Blue Faced Lester, for those of you non-sheep, non-Anglophiles.)
Thank you for your lustrous longwool!
I see your searching, soulful eyes.
These are the finalists in tonight's evening gown competition.
This sheep is really a 65 year old man. With a remote.
These sheep have been freshly clipped. Except for one small (or large) problem.
NO I DIDN'T! NO I DID NOT PUT THAT PICTURE ON MY BLOG. No Jose, as my daughter would say. You would never catch me doing something like that.
I have pics of my haul, but we'll save that for another post.
I do love sheep. Just so you know. In case you were wondering.
"Won't the wolves eat the sheep?" he asked, incredulously.
Poor thing. WOOL, darling, WOOL. WOOL as in yarny goodness. WOOL as in nectar of the gods.
Here's me, setting out on a gray Saturday morning for the bestest festival ever in the invention of humanity.
Notice the orb. It follows me. It is the orb of wooly delight. Does one follow you, too?
As I traversed the beautiful Maryland countryside, something began to pelt the windshield. Something oddly wet. Please note that I did not take these pictures while operating a motor vehicle. I would never endanger myself in that way. I barely walk, for goodness sake. I don't want something out-of-doors, like a bird, to crash into me.
Just to prove that the Maryland countryside is indeed beautiful, I present to you:
and
Those are cows. Or horses. Definitely a farm animal of some kind. Maryland has them.
Oh, oh... wait! Is this the hill approaching the Howard County Fairgrounds in West Friendship, Maryland? Is it? IS IT?
I think... WAIT...
It is! IT IS!
Cars. Maryland has them.
True story. I walked next to the delightful man and woman on the farthest left in this picture. She said to him, "How are those socks?" He replied, "They feel pretty good, I think. Cushiony." She said, "Do they feel plasticky? If they do, all I have to do is get some sock yarn that's 100% wool. I can do that, if the nylon content in that yarn bothers you." He said, "I'll give that some thought. That might be OK."
Sock knitters take note: all you have to do to get your husband to sign off on the purchase of more sock yarn is make it sound like you're fixing a problem he has.
One of the things that I love about the festival is that it's free. Free to get in, free to park.
It is crowded once you're inside, though.
I made a beeline for my babies at Cloverhill Yarn. Cloverhill had a great location just inside the main entrance of a covered barn. So the rain didn't bother them any. And it didn't bother my babies.
Hello, honies.
I'm sorry mama can't take a clear picture of you to save her life. I love you anyway.
Be good at your new house. Mama will miss you.
It was a wee bit crowded in the main barn.
I decided to say hello to my friends the sheeps. Or the sheepinses, depending on what kind of mood I'm in.
Hello, beautiful Blue Faced Leicester sheeps! (It's said Blue Faced Lester, for those of you non-sheep, non-Anglophiles.)
Thank you for your lustrous longwool!
I see your searching, soulful eyes.
These are the finalists in tonight's evening gown competition.
This sheep is really a 65 year old man. With a remote.
These sheep have been freshly clipped. Except for one small (or large) problem.
NO I DIDN'T! NO I DID NOT PUT THAT PICTURE ON MY BLOG. No Jose, as my daughter would say. You would never catch me doing something like that.
I have pics of my haul, but we'll save that for another post.
I do love sheep. Just so you know. In case you were wondering.
Reader Comments (14)
Hil-ar-i-ious! Makes me wish even more I was there. next year! Next year!
I missed the sheeps and the wolves this year :(
and re: the picture that you did not put on your blog: funny (and true!) story. Last year I'm at MSWF with friends. Three of us are sitting in the grass outside the sheep barns eating lunch (yes actually eating lunch when this conversation takes place). I say to my friend - who owns sheep - say Jen, that male sheep over there seems esp -um- hairy in netherparts. Is that just the way that breed is or do all sheep have that problem. (actually the language was a lot less polite. But I'm being polite here). Which led to a right funny (and highly educational) conversation on shearing male sheep...
Sheep nuts!! :-)
Are those.. could it be.. SHEEP NUTS!!!
ROFLMAO!!! I too was astounded at the wooliness of those sheep testicles! (Can I say that word on your blog? Is this a family channel?) Holy moly! WHO KNEW?? I had no idea! And dang it if I wasn't there by myself and had no one at all to whom I could exclaim about it with! So, consider this my delayed reaction to this phenomenon... :}
Lots of beauty on this post! Beautiful Maryland countryside, beautiful yarn, beautiful evening gowns and a beautiful daughter! As to the rest: no comment. :)
Hard to type... laughing too hard...
bahahahahaha
hahahhahaaaa
heeeee heheheheheeee giggle giggle snort
Oh my.
I wish I coulda been there.
WOOLY Sheep Nuts! Sharon, I love you :D
sheep nuts! what more can be said? :-)
Hooray! Sheep nuts!
Great pictures and fantastic narrative as always!
Thanks for sharing:)
Great bumping into you there last weekend Sharon! It is the bestest yarny event I have ever been to... :)
This is so funny. Sheep nuts fanatics, oh, my!!! New wish on the dream list- to be with cyberfriends from TIG when I see sheep nuts. LOL
I forget how lush it is up there. Ah, memories of my time in Maryland and Virginia. Lovely. Prettiest parking lot ever. Lovely woman there as well. Cool orb.