Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Colors of Fall...

Colors intrigue me. As I walked today I found colors I could not name with one color name, as the colors blended into a different color. It doesn't matter though. They are all beautiful.

Gray, white

Brown, rust, gold and cream...

Orange and yellow...

Red and burgundy...

It was a very nice walk and I thought I'd share some colors of Fall with you. Enjoy!!!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Festival begins...

The day of the NY Sheep & Wool Festival opening dawned bright and crisp. The birds at the hotel were happily feeding as I headed to my car for the drive to the show. Upon entering the fairgrounds I noticed that the bustle of the previous days activities had subsided and there was an air of anticipation about the place. The sheep were being prepared for judging and most of them seemed to be used to the idea of being shorn and washed. They felt wonderful to pet and seemed to appreciate the attention amidst all the noise of the fair and snipping clippers.

The alpacas were also getting prettied up for the judging. Their owners don't make their money off of the fiber they produce. That money doesn't even compensate for their feed. But they make their money off of breeding good stock and selling them. Alpacas are gentle animals and not very large so can make good pets. They are also social animals who are happy when they live with a pack of two or more. They live over 20 years and cost about the same as a medium size dog to keep. They like to go for rides and will get into a minivan and lay down just like a dog!

There was a carriage on the grounds to take people around and give an old fashioned feel to the place. But the driver chatting on his cell phone banished any notion of old fashioned!

This festival was all about wool and most of the attendees were showing off items that they had made. It was cold, so there were shawls, sweaters, hand knit socks with Birkenstocks, fingerless gloves and hats. One woman was wearing this shawl and I asked if I could take a picture of it. She proudly said yes! I did notice that there was no coordination to match the items to the rest of the outfit, so you might have seen purple and green socks with a red plaid tartan skirt and a peach wool sweater. Woolie geeks!!! It was wonderful to do some people watching. Of course the husbands and sons had been coerced into wearing their hand knit garments too. It was obvious that most of the hand crafters were women. We need to work on that so men are not the minority!

Wonderful vendors were spread throughout several buildings as well as barn like structures. I didn't get to see them all. Fiber was everywhere from full fleece to rovings and batts and handspun and hand dyed fibers. Of course bolt wool was also available for penny ruggers and hooked rugs.

I mentioned in my previous post that minature punchneedle was represented, as well as several wonderful hooked rug vendors. Spinning wheels, accessories, drop spindles, looms, hooks, backings, needles for needlefelting, rug punchneedles, and everything you could possibly need for any fiber art was represented. I was surprised at the number of vendors who had hand made garments for sale such as shawls and sweaters and socks. Most were made in the USA by people like you and I, and were low priced for the work involved. For example, a delicate shawl made of hand spun and dyed wool would average about $175.00. It probably took 100 hours to make it!

Of course there were also the imports that were much lower priced and of much lesser quality. Guatemala, Peru, and Uraguay were the common countries of origin. They were still handmade and warm and lovely, although the machine knit pieces were there too.

I loved the felting that I saw displayed. This vendor had some wonderful hats that were handmade. She incorporated lace, beading, feathers and an assortment of other items into the numerous designs for adults and children. I believe you can click on any of my pictures for a closer look.

Baskets and containers were in abundance because you have to have storage to transport all of your wool goodies as you move from place to place. Some were handmade in the USA or Canada, and others were imports from South America.

This vendor brought their own yurt! It was covered with an assortment of carpets and was probably one of the warmest vendor spaces to enter, although quite small inside with their displays.

There were also the animal areas and many shows to see. The sheepdogs did herding contests which I love to view. The dogs would need to move a flock of sheep to a certain area being directed only by hand signals or low whistles from their owners. They could smoothly move the flock over obstacles and through gates with little direction from their owners. They knew their role.

There was a strong presence of 4-H, and there were sheep, llamas, angora rabbits, alpaca, and goats who presented for best fleece and best of breed.

And there was this guy...and I have no idea why he was there!!! They certainly don't produce much fiber!Perhaps it was because I had said last month that I had never seen a kangaroo in person when I was hooking a kangaroo for Mary Shepphard Burton's Ark project. His appearance was a bit late to be of any help to me!

I enjoy looking at the fleece at shows and learn a lot about the crimp, color, texture and breed of animals by looking at the winning fleece (optimum) and comparing it to what didn't win. The judges will note why a fleece didn't win, such as no luster, or too much fecal matter, or lack of crimp or softness. This was a winner:

I had to buy a fleece before I left and chose this second place mohair that is sooooo soft. I loved the color and will wash it and spin it up using the new techniques I learned in my class. If I do it right I can use it to make the fingerless lace gloves pattern that I bought at the show. I behaved myself at the vendors and actually bought very little.

I spent the night and headed home early the next morning. It was a wet and snowy drive for most of the trip turning a five hour drive into seven hours. But I'm used to driving in foul weather, and since I had new knowledge, and new wool to play with I was relaxed and happy. Now it's time to get back to reality and work.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Sheep and Wool Festival

An escape from my routine was welcome last weekend, and I ventured on a five hour drive to New York for the Sheep and Wool Festival. I had signed up several months ago for a spinning class, and have been looking forward to learning more and improving my abilities.

It was a good day for travel, and I arrived in Rhinebeck without any problems. I stayed at the Beekman Arms hotel, which was founded in 1766. I was thrilled to find a large antique market with 40 vendors next door. Nice village with lots of shops to explore.

The Inn has a wonderful history dating back to the opening of the original tavern in 1700. Although the price was high for my budget, I wanted to stay in the old building full of antiques. The Inn was built about the same time as our home, but more formal. Needless to say I was given a room in a separate building with little character. On a positive note it did have a beautiful four poster old bed that filled the room so much that I couldn't get a photo of it. And it was quiet and private compared to the main building. I had a decantur of brandy waiting for me and I partook a few sips as I unpacked.

Here are a few shots of the main building, which is rather dark just like our house! Every old fireplace needs a firearm above it in case of a raid or wild critter.

The library was comfortable, but I was just browsing through.

I loved this large corner cabinet. It had a lot of wear and you could tell it would have some wonderful stories if it could speak.

Being a strange person who likes to hook rugs I can envision patterns in everything. This is part of the pattern of the bedspread, and would make a nice design for a little table mat.

The next morning I headed to the festival grounds for my all day spinning class. The teacher had gotten the flu and cancelled all her classes! Luckily the people running the show were able to find someone who was able to teach the techniques for the classes, and was willing. The problem was that she was from Michigan! She drove all night (11 hours) to make it to our first class.

The area we were in was similar to a large garage, and was barely heated. And it was only 35 degrees outside! Spinning is done barefoot, or in your best hand knit socks. But on the cement floor it was cold! Our class was about spinning from the fold, and long draw spinning which is holding the fiber in one hand to spin. It was a good class, but we all had to use both hands quite frequently. I enjoyed the class and met some great women. I love looking at the different wheels and their wood and how they are made. We spun with sheep wool and mohair. Love, love, love mohair to spin with!!!

After class it was almost dark so I retired to my room and hooked on my rug all evening. The fairgrounds were only a mile from the hotel. The next day (Friday) was a free day as the festival wasn't starting until Saturday. I headed back to the fairgrounds to meet up with Linda R. as she was setting up her punchneedle supplies for her vending space. She and her better half had taken a class on making Shaker boxes. She made one, but he continued with his new skills and made a beautiful set of stacked oval boxes that he showed me. This is the smallest, barely 2" long but fully detailed. It was amazing. The tacks are actually pins as tacks would have been too large.

I later explored the antique shop by the hotel and found the prices to be extremely high. I checked out some other shops but a 'nor easter had come in and it was raw, pouring and windy. Back to my room!
Saturday dawned with sunshine but it was cold. I'll share pictures of the actual festival on another day.