Maryland!
Sheep & Wool central, folks, where Frances & I spent eight happy hours breathing in the yarn fumes and spending with restraint. We visited one big barn of actual sheep, and skipped two vendor barns (as well as everyone on the east side). Our arrival was perfectly timed for good parking and 9 AM entry to the grounds. We headed straight for the folks who were dealing Koigu, bypassing the ridiculously long lines for festival T-shirts and Socks That Rock yarn. And we selected some lovely mill ends, even though the price was higher than when the dyers brought it directly from Canada.

I know, I know, I still haven't knit up the green run of ends I scored in 2006, but I will, and this brown bunch, too!
We saw lots of Richmond folk ~ Stewart, Melanie, Suzanne, Lou, Amanda, Beth and Monet ~ and Maryland gals Lolly and Sarah (with sleeping Snargle-baby strapped on). I fondled Brooks Farm Acero with Carrieoke, and like others saw Ma & Pa Rav at the Rabbit Building. The Ravelry buttons were all gone, and tonight we were too tuckered out to make the trek to the party, but I remain ever grateful to the Ravelry MSW group for all the great preparation it provided, and of course to Jess & Casey for creating Ravelry in the first place. Instead of venturing afield, we are knitting and drinking wine, having enjoyed some yummy Chinese food delivered right to our third-floor Courtyard door.
My animal encounters started on Thursday's first-grade field trip to Virginia Safari Park and Natural Bridge. This baby llama hiding behind mama was just three or four weeks old. So clean and white, and undoubtedly soft!


I finally signed up to walk in the Komen Richmond Race for the Cure on May 10, joining a fun bunch of knitters and friends. This race always occurs on Mother's Day weekend, and for many years I was visiting my late mother in North Carolina. Last year Little B was too new to subject to such an adventure, but this year Wee C & I have agreed that she will walk alongside me and let her little sis sit in the jogging stroller.


She's not even seven, but she said, "Mom, you, like, made me a sweater in a week!" Almost, love. Even faster than I whipped up Gesta on 10.5s. At least the sudden spring chill gave me a chance to debut the vest on Easter. (Those matching Fibonacci sox are done, too.) 
The girls like 'em; Wee C's already requested additional pairs of shoes, which may be a good idea since they tend to fall off already!
