A couple weeks ago, I went to the Flagstaff Fiber Festival. I had such a great time with my husband and the children who wanted to come (the teenage boys opted out). I went a couple years ago, and it was a very small affair. This time, there was a lot more going on, including demonstrations on dyeing, using a triangle loom, and of course shearing the sheep and alpaca. There were lots more vendors this time and lots more people as well. When we arrived shortly after the festival opened, we got what I think may have been the last parking space.
There’s something about fiber arts people too. Maybe it has to do with how patient one must be (or become–still working on this myself) in order to take part in these age-old crafts that take so many hours to make something beautiful. Whatever the cause, everyone was kind, friendly, and fun to talk to. I now have a few more local sources for fiber. I bought more than I intended to, but I honestly don’t regret a single purchase.
Anyway, my husband was kind enough to take pictures while I gabbed with other fiber artists and bought fiber.
Here are the animals:
Poor sheepy! Very scriptural!
And here we are wandering around:
I’m the one holding the baby in the sling.
I’m hoping to participate in the wool festival next year. I thought about doing it this year but was worried that I wouldn’t have enough time.