Living vacariously...

So, I got a huge batch of photos from my mom today that I wanted to share.  She went on an exciting trip yesterday to the Topsfield Fair in northern Massachusetts.  Last year, at this time, I happened to be home for a visit, so Jesse took us to the fair, but that was before I caught the fiber fever.  So I guess I'll have to live vicariously through my mom's photos this year and settle for the ration of fried dough I ate at the LA County Fair on Saturday.

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As usual for most fairs, there were lots of super cute animals (My favorite is the Rasta Sheep with the knarly bangs.) and a shearing demo.

(Please bear with me if the photos and text look disorganized.  I'm stuggling with the WYSIWYG formatting.  Seems dumb because it's supposed to be the "easy" way to do this sort of thing.  I can't figure out how to get my cursor to appear after the photos.  I've been working on this journal entry for 2 hours now. and have 4 photos and two paragraphs of text. Aarrruugh!  I guess this is what it feels like to learn something new after thirty.)


Cotswold ewe

 

The crazy thing about her trip to the fair was her amazing "small world" experience.  My mom ran into my friend Lisa's in-laws who own alpacas and recently moved to a new farm in Vermont called Champaign Valley alpacas.  They were at the Topsfield fair showing their animals and selling some fleeces.   the best part is that I got a beautiful creamy alpaca blanket fleece out of the deal from an alpaca named Fabian.