For anyone considering buying a wheel, I highly recommend it. I know I’ve been using a borrowed wheel for the past *cough* year now, but having a wheel of your own? Is awesome.
I also highly recommend buying on at a fiber festival. Because when you buy a wheel at a fiber festival? People treat you like you just had a BABY.
“Ohhhh, did you just buy a wheel??? CONGRATULATIONS!!! You’re gonna LOVE it, just LOVE IT! What kind did you get? Oh really? I have one of those and I LOVE IT!. Congratulations again!”
And I am not even exaggerating that one little bit. It was the high off my purchase and the high from the CONSTANT positive re-enforcement regarding it that probably prompted me to buy so much fiber. That and the yarn fumes. Love the yarn fumes.
It was also through sheer force of will that neither Grace nor I came home with a shetland sheep. Those guys are ADORABLE and friendly! The other risk was that we’d commit a felony. Felony baby pygmy goat theft. But I ask you: wouldn’t YOU risk jail for this?
Seriously, it was the size of a CHIHUAHUA! Only 4 days old. Of all the wonderful animals at SAFF? This little guy totally stole the show. There was a HUGE crowd of people gathered around all taking pictures.
I think I’m mostly recovered now. I just can’t stop spinning…loooove the spinning…
Seriously…get a wheel. It is the new zen meditation. You can’t be stressed and spin. It FORCES you to relax. To clear your mind. To tap into your internal rhythm. I can’t get enough of it!
Sadie, however, is not at all impressed. And she’d really like it if I just left the damn wheel for a minute and got up and SCRATCHED BEHIND HER EARS FOR CHRISESAKE!
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I’m packing my stuff to move in with Jen. She has 13 Shetland sheep.
Beautiful wheel and spinning!!!! So, did you have a boy or a girl??
who knew?! sheep! could! be! so! cute!
i am ready to adopt one now!
And even if you do it wrong, the stuff that comes out of a spinning wheel is a lot more attractive and useful than the stuff that comes out of a baby.
I would have committed baby pygmy goat theft. Even full grown, it could fit in my apartment.
Watch it with the goatie babies.
I had friends who thought the little pygmy goats were the CUTEST little things, so they got a couple pairs.
Who had babies.
Who grew up and had babies.
Then they quit breeding except for one or two, to freshen for milk, visions of fresh milk and kefir and cheese dancing in their heads.
So they made kefir. And cheese. And drank goat milk.
And got tired of it, so they looked for other things to do with all that milk (they figured, little goaties–little milk. Wrong–some varieties of them can milk up to a gallon a day).
Then they found directions for making soap.
They haven’t tasted anything made with goat’s milk since.
Soaping’s addicting shit, just like spinning sounds like.
And yes, you should have kidnapped those Shetland sheepies–sooooo cute!
I’m glad you had so much fun–I don’t get time to get to soaping conventions (too much time tied up with Detour and seeing other cons so I can incorporate ideas into what we do) but it looks like you had a blasty-blast.
The little goat is SERIOUSLY cute!
All excellent ideas Pandora!
Poor Sadie, if only she had a baby goat to play with and maybe a saddle so the baby goat could ride her!