Even the Turkey Had Fun

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(and thicker still) he was not phased.  I think it has a lot to do with the fact that Jonathan Bosworth is a turkey whisperer.  Interesting tidbit.

Saturday was the most beautiful day that we could have imagined for this.  It was warm, sunny, and just all around beautiful.
 

Why, it was such a nice day for spinning that we were blessed with the presence of experts.

Much was shared, and taught... and bought...

Heather and Amy's booth's respectively.  Getting a shot of an empty booth would have been a damn chore with either lady.  See those colors?  It's like black slacks to prepared top (Right Julie?  I can tease you, you just got a new Ladybug and everyone is jealous!).  I ended up in those booths, fiber in hand, without even remembering leaving my chair, a few times.

To the left of Amy, and very dark, sadly, are the Bosworths.  I finally got to introduce myself to them as that crazy chick from Ravelry who has a wheel on order.  Sheila probably doesn't remember it, but she was one of the first people to give me a proper drop spindling lesson.  It was the VT S&W, 2005.   She is fantastic, and  her husband is just about one of the neatest people you'd ever hope to meet.  Seriously, turkey whisperer.  If ever you have a chance to meet any of the 4 people pictured above, please do it. 

Beyond the weather, and the spinning, and the parting with funds, there was teaching.  I taught my mother in law and Laurin how to spin with their drop spindles. In about an hour Donna was making even singles that took me months to achieve.  Not to decrease of diminish what Laurin did in the short time we were there (which was great for a first spin), but Donna doesn't start small, uncertainly, or in any manner resembling a novice.  In anything.  Everyone in our group is used to it.  She celebrated by buying her first Bossie.  Then she played with the Charkha that Jonathon set up.

Donna, stop reading for a few inches.

(psst, Tom, CHRISTMAS PRESENT ALERT)

Ok Donna, you can come back now.

It all sounds like the perfect day, right?  Well, perfect stories have conflict and resolution.  The part of conflict will be played by the Massive Thunderstorm that gave us about 10 minutes to pack ourselves and vendors into cars.  It was a fantastic storm.  Thunder, lightning, tumultuous downpour.    It had depth, power, diction, but a surprisingly soft heart at the end.

The part of the Resolution will be played by Julia and her Carriage House.  (I just feel like it should have capitalization, a proper noun, you know).  We retreated there for more spinning and knitting, pizza, and some absolutely fantastic company.

You know, with a pretty blue sky outside, two hours after the storm that chased us inside.

So that was our wonderful day.  We spun in the sun, Donna and Laurin learned to spin, everyone made a mad dash to make sure our vendors got all the fiber in the car before it rained, and we were all rescued by the Carriage House. 

The End.

Comments

[Julie]

It was a wonderful day, wasn't it?

[Lora]

Sounds like a WONDERFUL DAY!

[Laurin]

wow. I think that this was perhaps the nicest way ever to be told that I was a total failure at spinning! It didn't hurt a bit!!

Seriously, my first attempt sucked. Donna's was fabulous. And yes, the whole day was fantastic, regardless.