by guest blogger Jana
A few years ago my book group had “travel” as a theme for
our Christmas party potluck – we were each to talk about our favorite place
we’ve traveled. Now, I’m not interested in travelling very much; my idea
of heaven is sitting in my rocking chair at home with one cat in my lap and the
other next to me, knitting or reading and having a cup of tea, with Van
Morrison on the stereo and lots of tweetybirds at the feeders just outside the
window. But since I had to say something at the party, I talked about my
favorite day of the year, which does involve some travel – at least I have to
spend about 3 hours in a car that day and put on shoes and leave my house and
everything. I told them about the Taos Wool Festival.
The first full weekend of every October, fiber fanatics of
all sorts meet at the lovely Kit Carson Park in the equally lovely town of
Taos. Booths full of yarn, fiber, spinning wheels, notions, and bunnies ring
the park and the interior holds food booths, tents for Ravelry get-togethers,
workshops, and other fun stuff. The air is always crisp, the leaves are
turning, and the whole place is packed to the gills with my people.
When I told my book group about the festival, I brought a
purchase I made there many years ago: 28 yards of curly karakul sheep wool
hand-dyed in oranges and pinks. It’s something I’ll likely never use in a
project, but I keep it around because for me it represents the essence of
possibility. That’s what yarn is to me, and that’s why I love the wool
festival.
So maybe I’ll see you there. Just don’t get between me and
the Plain and Fancy booth.
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