Last year, we'd planned to meet our friends Beka, Dan, Molly and Zak at the Sheep and Wool Festival. At the last minute, we decided Frances was too sick and she and Mark stayed home. This year, we were all healthy. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It is such an interesting place. A mix of artisanal crafters and farmers. Finished yarn, huge bags of raw wool, sheep. I asked Mark what he thought the next layer of weird looked like. He said he didn't want to find out. He may be right about the next layer of weird, but I like this layer of weird.
Fancy, shmancy donuts.
A talk on breeding a nicely textured yarn, something about yearling meat ram or mature wool ewe, or something. The girls listened for quite a long time. I was impressed.
Then we found the auction. The girls thought this was fascinating. I was very impressed.
Frances was very interested in how audience members were making bids. It was very hard to catch.
I'm actually not sure what kept Chandler's attention, but she stuck with it for a long time.
These funny kids at this funny place.
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