Mitch and I met up with our friend Stan there and had a wonderful visit. It was so good to see Stan again and spend time together. Except that he went into booths I hadn't and then I wound up spending way more money. It's your fault Stan! 8-) Never, ever follow another knitter into booths on the second day, when you think you finished all your shopping on the first day. That way lies madness.
(except that is how I got that wonderful angora skein...my absolute favorite. I would have never touched it if Stan hadn't been in there touching it. Thank you Stan! Now I need to get another job so I can support an angora craving. I need more. Much, much more. SO much more.)
Here's some photos! (When viewing online, you can click to enlarge.)
The main sales arena and workshop area...there were two levels filled with booths.

Guys in sheep hats they knitted themselves...one of them is a ram, not a ewe:


Here is Dianne in her booth...she's an indie yarn dyer and I bought a wonderful skein of sock yarn from her:

A hand felted scarf I made in a class (using bubble wrap and a pool noodle). I saw a similar one made using the same method for sale in an Asheville boutique for $150:

A hand felted pillow top I made, felting loose locks onto wool batting (again with a pool noodle and bubble wrap...although some needle felting was needed at one corner):

An angora bunny...soooo cute:

An alpaca...luckily he did not spit at me:

An angora goat...they make mohair:

Silk cocoons!

A Jacob's sheep...he has four horns! He's looking down so you are seeing the back of his head.

Me, going seriously overbudget on:
Hand dyed yarn for a retro poncho I will make:

The hand dyed yarn by Dianne:

The jewel to beat all jewels EVER, a skein of 100% angora bunny yarn that I have already knitted up into a scarf:


A Fair Isle "yarn bowl", already in use for the hat I'm making. The bowl's weight keeps it in place, no sliding. It has two holes in it, one on each side, to separate the yarn colors and keep them from tangling while knitting. It's genius:



A bag of loose locks the teacher insisted on giving me when I offered to help unload her truck of class supplies:
