Finally. I think I’m mostly recovered and caught up
after my trip to South Dakota.
It was a great trip; I had a great time.
My flight to Sioux Falls went without
a hitch. I flew out on Thursday. The weather was perfect, flights were on time,
no luggage was lost, Marty Davidsohn was there to greet me. Marty was the coordinator for the workshops at North Country Fiber Fair and she took
really good care of me over the next few days.
Thank You Marty!
We stayed at Marty’s house
on Thursday night, after a delightful dinner at a local Chinese restaurant. On Friday morning, Marty drove us up to Watertown, where the
Festival was held at a local state extension service. The building we were in was quite large. There was one very large space for vendors. Another equally large space which contained a
kitchen, eating area, registration desk, some more vendors, and what is
referred to as “the spinning circle”. Another
section of the building was dedicated to workshops. I was given an honest-to-god classroom for my
workshops: real walls, a door, lots of
space, good lighting, an airconditioner, plenty of nice tables and good chairs.
I was in fiber teaching heaven!
And I thoroughly enjoyed all
the workshop participants. On Friday
afternoon and evening, I taught “Blending Colors at the Wheel”. At the beginning of the workshop, I introduced
myself, saying where I lived and so forth, then I asked participants to
introduce themselves. One of the last folks
to do so was a woman named Cheryl. She
first mentioned where she now lives in South
Dakota. Then
she said she grew up in Midland,
Michigan. That’s my home town! “Cool!”
Then she said she had gone to school with a boy named Bogey Tyler and
she wondered if I was related. “That’s
my brother!!” Turns out she lived about
a block from where I grew up. We
attended the same elementary school, the same junior high, and the same
highschool. We did a quick series of
common reminiscences, and we later caught up some more. How absolutely delightful.
One more thing about
that: After I said, “That’s my brother”,
Cheryl replied that she was wondering if he was my father. I do look young, dontchaknow!
Things at the festival
really got hopping on Saturday. One of
the interesting events is a fundraiser called “the fiber sandwich”. Anyone can donate about 4 ounces of
fiber. Then volunteers layer all the
donated fibers, like a sandwich. Then
the sandwich is cut up (so to speak) into 4 ounce chunks. Volunteer spinners then spin their chunk of
fiber. The resulting yarns are auctioned
off to raise funds for the festival. Here’s
a picture of the fiber sandwich being built:
I mentioned earlier a “spinning
circle”. When festival goers are not
shopping or in workshops they gather in a large circle to spin or weave or knit
or whatever. The circle is always in
flux, changing shape. And these folks
can be found gathered and fibering late into the night. Here is a partial view of the spinning circle:
I was delighted to see a
number of sheep skins and beautifully hand made items covering chairs. One hand knitted piece really struck me. It’s constructed of squares that are knitted
from the center out, starting as a circle, then ending as a square by means of
short rows. Clever! Here it is:
Another fundraiser that the
festival has is a spinning wheel raffle. This year, the wheel was a SchachtLadybug. Nice wheel. I wanted it.
I bought one raffle ticket ($5).
I did not win. You can imagine my
disappointment. Here’s the wheel:
My shopping was selective
because I was travelling by air and I didn’t want to pack too much. The spinning fibers I purchased included camel
down, dyed bombyx silk top, and some ColumbiaXRambouillet roving.
I made one impulse buy. One of the workshops was taught by Tracy
Kellen on rug hooking. She had the
nicest rug hooking frames available for her students, and available for
purchase. They were so well designed and
built that I had to buy one.
Now, I am not currently a
rug hooker, but over the past several years, I have purchased a few books on
rug hooking as well as a hook. I have
had every intention of hooking with my handspun yarns. Well. I
guess I’d better get started! Her
business is called “On the Prairie” and she has an etsy presence.
Sunday was the last day of
the festival. Before driving back to Sioux Falls, a small
group met for dinner at a really good Mexican restaurant. Yum.
Normally, I would have flown
home the following day. But the Sioux Falls airport is
under construction and was closed for departures that Monday. So I stayed with Marty. We took my packages to the post office to
send home. We ate out for lunch and
dinner. She took me to a swell gallery
that specializes in Turkish rugs: Rug& Relic. The owner
gave us a thorough tour. A great
afternoon.
So, on Tuesday, Marty first
took me to the local yarn shop, Athena Fibers, where I was smitten with a number of Habu yarns. I
bought 3 cones. I crammed the yarn into
my already stuffed suitcase and we headed to the airport. Marty dropped me off. Another day of lovely weather. All seemed so good….
But my flight was cancelled
because a bird had collided with the jet and damaged a jet engine. The soonest available flight back home was
the next day. Marty came to the rescue and graciously let
me stay one more night at her house.
Wednesday’s flight home went
without a hitch. I touched down in Traverse City near
sunset. It was raining in the distance,
and the sun was shining, and I was greeted with a double rainbow. The perfect ending to a delightful time at the
North Country Fiber Fair. I want to go
back!
