Wool Market Weekend

The Estes Park Wool Market begins for me tomorrow. I am taking a two-day workshop on spinning, and I am quite excited about:

#1 2 days off work to do so.
#2 the workshop itself. It is led by Maggie Casey.
#3 Wonderful Guy and I are spending the 4 day weekend in Estes, a mini-vaycay, as it were.
#4 2 days off work.

I have Molly, the Marvelous Matchless, all set to go, oil and hand carders and extra bobbins and lazy kate ready, too. I have clothes laid out…for high 70’s, and for when the temps take a 30 degree dive on Friday.

Yep, that’s what those weather people say is going to happen. While they may be a bit off, I imagine the weekend is not going to hold 'shorts' weather for us. Too bad really. This week has really been nice and toasty, and it would have been sweet for it to hold over. I would have enjoyed some nice weather in the mountains, and not underneath twelve layers. But it’s the weather, and what am I going to do about it?!?

I am sure we will have a good time. And that I take plenty of photos. Of goats and sheep and alpacas and bunnies.

And I am wondering whatever should I be thinking about shopping for….

Maybe I will just look. Maybe I don’t really need anything. Maybe nothing will really appeal…

Maybe.

Or maybe NOT!!!

This weekend past, our neighborhood held its annual garage sale. While we don’t ‘sell’ every year, we do generally participate in the social nature of the event. This year we numbered among the sellers, though. With all the re-organization and clearing out and moving of things around, the timing was propitious, don’t you know.

Before Wisest Sister arrived, most all the goods were staged in the garage. After Sister left, we priced and arranged and readied things. And by things, I mean from Wonderful Guy’s old dirt bike equipment to old fabric of mine. Bookshelves, truck tool box, office chairs, computer equipment…out stuff ran the gamut.

My fabric consisted of yardage lengths of woven cottons/blends and knits, and a sack of cotton/blends scraps. Not to worry!  Nothing of import was among the cast-offs!  At least to my thinking...this stuff went back a few decades, but not so many that made it anything but hohum. To my thinking.  A couple of women arrived and the younger zoomed in on the bag of scraps. The older remarked that she made charity quilts for Haitian children. To which I remarked that I would give them all the woven fabric they wanted.

Let me get a box! Or two!

They were very pleased and took all the cotton and cotton blend yardage I had. I was glad for that. It wasn’t…you know…moving, and I was going to make a trip to Goodwill when the day was over anyway. They ended up with two large boxes full.

Also? She said something about me being blessed for my generosity.

She has no idea how I have been blessed already.