When you really need a day off, you can feel it in your bones…and loved ones can hear it in your voice (and I’m going to leave it at that).
So this weekend I took Saturday off…
First I headed to Fairfield in the Kennebec Valley for the Maine Annual Spinner’s meeting…a day of gabbing, spinning and fleece gathering.
I brought home two bags of coopworth sheep fleece from Diane Trussell of French Hill Farm in Solon. (Think 20 pounds of wool).
These fleeces are long, shiny and will be part of the natural dyeing demonstration during the June Garden Day Tour. We’ll probably sell some of the washed and dyed locks (dyed with daffodils, seaweed and lichens blown down over the winter) and then spin the rest for a rug weaving project later in the fall.
The drive over the mountains towards Waterville was beautiful. The sun was shining, the leaves aren’t yet out on the trees but the maples are in full bloom and the pastures are green, dotted with an occasional brave dandelion. Steven had loaded my i-pod with rolling tunes from the maritime and on the way home I stopped at a local farm for a pound of homemade butter (shortbread cookies in our future, my friends).
When I got home there were two early birthday presents waiting…things were getting better and better! Steven and Norma found three different types of currant bushes that I had asked for last year…they’re supposed to produce the best fruit for wine and I think I can use the left over fruit pulp to dye some wool…waste not want not.
They chose to plant them in a sunny spot around the honey bee pond; Maybe they’ll even bloom this year…my fingers are crossed.
And that was only the first surprise. While I was away, Mike and Steve built a goat stand so that I don’t need to chase our beasts around while I’m trying to harvest their wool…no more bending and complaining for me!
And there was more.
Amore’s in Belfast was having a cabaret night…and we had reservations. Dinner at 8? Can I tell you the last time I had dinner at 8…in heels? We had chicken piccante and so much fun!
And the pleasures over-flowed into Sunday…
Norma and I attended the annual Carver Library’s Spring tea fund raiser…garden hats, cucumber sandwiches and scones with clotted cream.
So I spun, hung out with goats, stared at cross dressers and sipped tea from a porcelain cup…what did you do this weekend?
2 responses to “What a weekend…or who says we don’t know how to party?”
Steve, can you make me one of those Sheer stations for work ??? Love it !
Yes, but I need the dimensions of your smallest to your largest clients, from waist to neck. Happy Spring from your brother (and no that’s not me on the dance floor.