A camera is not treetz.
This weekend I went to the Southeast Animal Fiber Fair, in Asheville, SC.
This was the second time I’ve gone–it seemed more overwhelming last year, but I don’t know whether that was because it was new or because it was bigger. A stern look at my yarn closet convinced me I didn’t need more, but there were yarn accessories as well: I bought a project bag, some needles, and a nostepinne, a peg for winding balls of yarn.
There were bunnies:
The bunnies are sheared and their fur is spun into miracles. One of the vendors had a box of fiber to touch, and it was something out of dreams. I assured the sheared bunny he was still handsome.
There were also alpaca:
Some of the farmers had llama chow available for feeding treetz. Their lips are soft and snuffle on your hand. There was always one llama in the pen who got the Treet Thing better than the others, so he got most of them.
We started the day at the Wellbred Bakery just outside Asheville. The sandwiches were good but the desserts made me weep.
It took three of us to finish one of those eclairs. The other bakery patrons seemed to take the awesomeness in stride, but I’m afraid that for librarians we were not entirely quiet about our enjoyment.
In fact, when we went to dinner the cashier looked at us and said, “Did I see you somewhere this morning? You look familiar.” I said, “The bakery?” and she said “Oh yeah!” So I don’t want to use the words Harry Met Sally about us and the eclair but we just might have made a bit of a spectacle of ourselves.
The Moose Cafe has all you can eat barbecue on Saturday nights, but we were still too full for seconds.