Last Saturday, we drove down to Canby for the annual Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival, featuring fibers of all sorts, and in all stages of usefulness – fiber animals were present in abundance, as well as fleeces in various stages of preparation, roving ready to be spin, wool for needle felting or rug hooking, yarn for knitting or crocheting – of course – and many handmade finished products.
We didn’t know what to expect, and the layout was overwhelming, with booths in every direction with wares for sale, but we had a great time looking around. We’d brought Maxwell with us, in his travel crate – at one point he was asked if he was there as a fiber animal himself – so John and I didn’t spend much time near the live animals, although I wish we had. We apparently missed the Llama barn entirely, in which there was a llama agility competition! (*Sad* – although so you don’t miss out as well, you can head over to my friend Crystal’s blog. She has some good photos of the Llamas In Action!) If you want some more sedentary furry friends … stick around here.
White cashmere goats, preparing to be shown:
Colorful angora goats, during their show later in the day:
Alpacas – in the first photo, the one with its back to me is a Suri alpaca; the others are Huacayas.
And last but not least, rabbits:
The off-animal fiber was, as I said, everywhere in abundance. Most of it was for sale, although many groups of people sat on the main lawn crafting – knitting or crocheting, or spinning …
… or making bobbin lace, which I wish I’d captured on camera, but sadly, didn’t.
Having sadly missed out on the llama agility course, the funniest thing we saw was a duck-herding demonstration – two dogs in training, practicing on some unfortunate, harried ducks.
We felt bad laughing so much, but it was quite hilarious. Ducks are just so … waddle-y when they run.
My favorite part of the day was all the yarn. The selection was overwhelmingly broad, and unending. I’m quite sure we didn’t make it to all of the booths before reaching our (quite high) capacity for squeezing and petting and oohing over yarns and fibers.
You may think I’m speaking for myself only, and while I might have been the only one making actual noises of appreciation, John is himself a knitter (of sorts) and did enjoy looking at the yarns, also.
Yarn made from old Saris, torn up and spun into new life:
A beautiful knitted lace shawl:
A rainbow array of tufty balls of wool for needle felting:
(And the best part of the day: I got to bring some treats home! Two skeins of a Blue-Faced Leicester/Alpaca DK weight, and three (large ones!) of a Merino/Silk worsted. I have in mind exactly what I want to do with each one. If only I didn’t have other projects lined up before them in the knitting queue… including finally attaching Bruno’s eyes. He’s been languishing eyeless for several weeks now, even though I’ve embroidered the rest of his face on.)