Around 1:30 today, we finally made it back to the show for our non-working day, and we blitzed through the festival in fine style. I learned a ton of things just wandering around the big sheep barn with the guys, so I shall share some of them with you.
I learned that you can tell the sheep shearers apart at the festival by the thick brown layer of lanolin and dirt covering them on front from about chest down. Dudes and dudettes, if any of my other prospective careers do not pan out, I may have to go to sheep shearing school, because I hold these folks in awe and would love to be them someday.
I learned that Dorset sheep are really calm and friendly and pettable and sooo cyooote. At least these ones were.
I met the Elvis of sheep. He stepped his two front feet up on the second plank of the pen fencing him in and stared me right in the face – at face level. He seems like a sheep pretty confident in his ways with the ladies.
I learned that some sheep, like these Karakul sheep, have really straight wool that feels like hair. Others have curly wool. Others have kinky (wavy) wool. Others (like the Icelandic fleece sitting in a bag in my kitchen) are different on the outside and the inside.
I learned that not only humans were affected when broadcast TV switched to digital. Since then, this sheep has gotten 60 channels, 3 in HD.
Scottish Blackface sheep are gorgeous, but the calmness of this one may be explained by a recent traumatic incident involving a cat door.
I had heard that Corriedale were good for spinning, but I learned what they look like unshorn! Look at those chubby sheepy cheeks!
I learned that Ramboullet are very, very soft, and definitely in the size range of “large dog.” Unlike Mr. Elvis, who is more like the size of “couch” (but probably would not double as one in a pinch).
Sheep were not the only fiber-bearing critters imparting knowledge.
I learned that alpacas come in two types: Teddy Bear and Teenage Stoner. (That’s Huacaya and Suri, to the initated.)
I learned that you can shear a llama like a poodle, and it’ll still look pretty dignified.
But if you try to do the same thing to an alpaca, it kinda looks like a Rastafarian Pokemon.
It’s hard to believe the festival is actually over. That was one of the most insane 48 hour periods ever, mostly because it all happened so incredibly fast! Everything is packed up and gone home. But a lot of transactions occurred in that time, and my yarn did pretty well. I actually made more money than I spent… a lot more, which kinda surprised me. My main goal was to get some inspired, colorful roving, so I can say I have an actual fiber stash to amp up my spinning.
I … think I more or less succeeded. You can’t put a price on happiness, but you can at least give a ballpark estimate.
Have a superbly sheepy day! We apparently did.