This was the third year I attended the awesome Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival. I went with my awesome neighbor Tracy and her friend Kathy the day after we got back from our trip. It’s my big stock up day for the year basically (although I did sign up for the Hello Yarn Fiber Club… could not resist). The festival is not even an hour away and it was a beautiful day to go. I had some side pain so I couldn’t go see the animals, but I did get the important shopping done first, thank goodness!


This is all of our stuff… NOT JUST MINE. 🙂 But a lot of it is mine. I felt better once I had a little fiber in my bag, the place was crowded. Of course as Tracy said I "could part the red sea with my belly" too true! I use my belly, I admit it. Here is some of my fibery goodness.


It’s all up individually by colorway on my flickr page. I did want to get more fiber in each color way instead of my usual crazy "oooh this looks pretty I"ll take a little of this little of that" shopping that I do there. I went right away to find the awesome one pound bumps that I got last year. I snagged one:


When I picked it up the woman at the booth said, "oh that must be one of the last ones my mom dyed." I asked her if her mom had stopped dying and she said she passed away in March. So now I’m thinking I must do justice to this fiber, I’m going to think of something epic for it. Her daughter will still carry on the business, but just had solid/semi solids dyed up this year. It’s weird I didn’t get much green this year, even Tracy commented on it. I was really drawn to warm colors.


And I can’t wait to see how they spin up. Though I haven’t forgotten that if I want a maternity sweater before I have the baby I need to finish spinning up the other big batch of fiber. I can’t believe I’m going into the last trimester, WHAT? But more on that later. I have been knitting some of my handspun. I gave the socks another go, messed with the numbers and tried to tap into some knitter intuition, which I’m not sure I have a lot of. Either way they are going to fit:


But tightly. I maybe should have listened to the master numbers a little bit more, but I think they’ll work.


I just have to do the cuffs (I think a simple rib) and then I’ll need a new project for the chair:


Grandpa just called to check on me since I haven’t been in today. I’m a bit under the weather and Bj has our car so I’m not going to visit him until this evening. He said okay, "he just wanted to make sure I was alright." And then left me with a "love ya darling." awe….