I have been going to the Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival for several years, but last year the truck developed an odd noise in the differential, so I turned around and missed it altogether. I now have a vehicle with fewer than 300,000 miles on it, and I made it to Tunbridge and back. Vermont is really lovely this time of year. The leaves are just about to turn color for the fall season, the air is crisp and clean, and the sun was just startingp to peek out.This is the view from one of the Vermont roadside rest stops along Interstate 89, just before turning off in Sharon to meander over to Tunbridge. The picture on the right is within the fairgrounds.It was just a lovely day, mid 60’s. Below are pictures of some of the things I did not buy while I was attending. I was quite good, actually, as the prior week I had been quite naughty, and purchased an eSpinner.

This week I purchased a set of stitch markers from Katrinkles for myself, and spent the rest of the time purchasing gifts for Peg, including a Festival bag and a couple of shawl pins – at least enough to outfit the shawls I’ve made her.

There were all manner of things to buy, from tiny stitch markers to sheep. I’m quite certain Peg would not enjoy coming home from West Virginia to find a sheep or three in the yard. She’s flexible, but she already has to put up with me. Yet I behaved! I even left behind fleeces that were just lovely. There were two Cotswold fleeces that called to me, but I ignored them. I have two downstairs now waiting for the carding to commence… So, OK, maybe I don’t need another fleece right now. Those spinning wheels I didn’t bring home were beautiful, but I cannot at this point make a cogent argument for more than eight wheels.

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