I went to two fibre festivals and a private destash sale. I looked at books. I admired some glossy white Border Leceister yarn, some natural black Jacob roving, some naturally dyed mohair yarn, an antler whorl spindle, and a maple spindle. I saw some weaving yarn I'd heard about; this was a chance to get a literal feel for it. While they are excellent products, I was not moved to buy.
I'm sure somewhere festival organizers are clutching their hair saying "no, no, wrong idea." At some point I will buy. Right now I am not using up much of my stashed fibre or yarn. I have sufficient amounts on hand, and I am reluctant to add to the pile.
I should have checked the auction tent for a secondhand warping board but I forgot. I am leery of that place. It's cramped. The last time I went in, I bumped a production wheel on a table. Most distressing.
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