The alarm went off at 6 am yesterday morning and I jumped out of bed and hit the ground running. I had someplace to be.
It took me about an hour and a half to make the drive up to the Howard County Fairgrounds. I thought I was outsmarting the crowd but oh, no. Everyone else must have thought the same thing because at 8:30 the traffic was horrific and the parking lot was already almost full.
It was a grim spectacle. We have had two weeks of rain and it took it's toll on the outside vendors.
I had vertigo from sinking into so many mud holes while trying to shop. The booths were sinking.
That's the line for Miss Babs and yes, I am standing at the end of it. It took me 50 minutes to pay for my one skein of sock yarn. I did have fun commiserating with my fellow linemates. We had to be crazy to stand in a line that wrapped around the building-in the cold drizzle.
At first the main hall looked like this. Not bad. When I got back in after paying for my yarn it was elbow to elbow. Not good.
To escape the crowd I went to the garment and skein competition exhibit. I was underwhelmed this year. I did like this mini sweater though.
I also liked this kid's poster contest winner. It was captioned "wool is fun!". It is, isn't it?
I kept seeing herds of ladies with sheep ears. Then I learned why. For $40 you too can join the herd with these crazy cute headbands. Baaaah....
Outhouse selfie! It's my favorite part of the fest. No lines. No waiting.
I ate my pretzel while watching the sheepdogs do their thing.
I spent so much time looking at the fleeces that three different people thought I worked there and asked me questions about fiber that I couldn't answer.
I couldn't find anything that I wanted but I did find more of Finley. He's the lovely little fleece I bought last year that I am washing and spinning now.
The stitch marker swap went well.
I brought 40 packs with me and came home with only 8.
I ended up with a handful and then some.
I got my badge....
...and a snowcone. Rootbeer.
My last stop was to pick up something green for The Mister. He sat it out this year but gave me a fistfull of cash to spend so I wanted to bring him back something. He really wanted a lamb burger but I'm not going there.
Back in the car I took stock of what I bought and spun a tiny bit of the fiber for next year's shawl before hitting the road. I'll show you what I bought tomorrow.