So I came through the weekend of the fibre showcase feeling stretched as expected but also feeling pleasantly surprised and very encouraged.
At first light it would seem that a sheep show and fibre showcase go hand in hand but that is not the case here. It's only a small number of sheep producers in our province who have any care for the fibre their animals produce. Due to the low cost paid to the producer for wool, wool has taken on a perception of being a necessary cost of production that is never recovered, especially by large flock owners. So around here, if you want to know about wool you talk with a fibre enthusiast.
In this vein it was a pleasure to visit with the dozen other fibre lovers who came out to be part of the event by way of demonstrations and selling fibre wares. We had weaving, spinning (wheel and drop spindle), knitting, felting (wet and dry), locker rug hooking, yarns, rovings…. It was a group of good and earthly people, with everyone encouraging each other’s success with that underlying knowledge that your success heightens theirs and vice versa.
|Sold (I needed half a dozen more of this popular piece)|
In terms of sales I did very well, hence being pleasantly surprised, but the other occurrence that startled me in an unexpected way was the response and feedback to the felting work whether people were purchasing or not. Photographs are the only way I have of sharing my work online but seeing them for real seemed to draw people in. People were curious and amazed; even the men were stopping by to have a look.
I owe huge thanks to the ladies who took a chance and came out to be a part of this tidy showcase of fibre (I'm not sure they want their names published so I'll leave it there; they know who they are). Collectively we did a fantastic job of displaying and promoting fibre, and of respecting each others work while we did so. And I can’t forget my other ladies, who produce the fibre and set me on this path to begin with.
Taken last evening while bringing the flock home for this morning's job of sorting a couple ram lambs out. There are at least a couple guardian dogs in there somewhere and Coyote Mic and BJ are the two kelpies in the rear.