That's not to say there weren't enough vendors. It's a good thing I didn't need any fiber, I can't imagine how much I would have come home with if I'd actually needed more.
The most interesting purchase of the day was a fleece from a Finn sheep. I found out about it from an encounter that started in the bathroom. Before your imagination runs away with you, it was a very normal sort of encounter. I went into the Ladies and there was a lady with several fingers of fleece. She'd been washing them at the sink and was drying them to see the clean colors. Now who hasn't had such an experience in a public restroom? Right?
We got started talking and she was showing me how beautiful and soft the fiber was. Her fleece had a bunch of browns and grays but by the time I'd thought about it and decided my life would be richer for the experience of cleaning, preparing and spinning a Finn fleece, there were only white fleeces left.
Actually they were a yellow color and the friend who was with me was asking if I was willing to have a yellowish yarn because this was not a white/white fleece. Of course, I didn't care if it was purple polka dots so home it came with me.
Once home, I had to wash a bit just to see how it was going to spin. Here's a picture of the unwashed fleece, a washed finger and a small bit of yarn spun from the lock.
