I finally attended Sheep and Wool Day today. "You have to go!" every knitting acquaintance has exhorted me for the past 3 years. "It's fantastic!" They should have added, "Weather permitting..."
It was over 90 degrees today, with humidity to match. Mix that with livestock smells, and the day did not augur well. I wisely left the children home, suspecting I would have a whinefest of major proportions on my hands. I met a friend instead; together we walked around amid the sweaty multitudes and looked at yarn, and llamas, and sheep-shearing, and yarn, and alpacas, and more yarn. I entered a raffle for a spinning wheel. Even though I don't spin. I guess I got carried away by the excitement of it all.
You want to hear the amazing part? I didn't buy anything (except food). No uber-expensive yarn, no adorable clay buttons, not even an alpaca or two. That's not to say I wasn't tempted by a certain bag of llama poop compost - it would be just the gift for the gardener who has everything, don't you think so? But I resisted.
So, to sum up - Sheep and Wool Day? Hot. Africa hot. Smelly. Crowded. But not expensive...
[Photo credit: Natural Llama Beans]