at this year's maryland sheep and wool festival, we took the ubiquitous "get your finger swallowed by a baby lamb" picture...
as well as the ubiquitous "woman spinning angora bunny right onto the wheel" picture. and we had our deep-fried twinkie and whatnot. (rose, sorry we missed your call -- undoubtedly could not hear the cell phone over our own masticating.)
i did not buy a single shred of fiber for spinning or knitting. we got a few things, sure -- a duster, a poster, a very nice wooden box -- but my stash is all i need right now. and for some time to come.
trivia: did you know that my first trip to sheep and wool fest was in the company of a nun? tim and i didn't have a ride and somehow through an AOL message board ended up getting door-to-door service both ways with "sister ellie", a sister who was in the process of being ordained as a priest, or something. something episcopalians do. she was really nice.
this year, i had ben in the car. after an hour or so of really mundane AM radio, he started fumbling around with the cd changer. and put on the dean martin christmas album.
it's may. but ben thinks you can do this. it's a jewish thing; apparently, before we were a couple, he would just listen to bing crosby's christmas album and the chieftains 'bells of dublin' whenever the mood struck him. i have told him that i do not wish to hear christmas music unless it's christmas time. and then today, he tried the dean martin thing.
amber: you can't play christmas music now.
ben: but we're out of state.
that was his actual argument. we weren't in pennsylvania, so it was okay to listen to christmas music. maybe this is just as bad as my "i know it's leavened but it's not really fluffy so let's eat it" argument during passover.
good festival. we have some nice cheese for this evening.