You know that thing where life sort of conspires against you and you decide you Simply Must Leave For A Bit.  There’s really not any choice about it, you just need to Flee.  Yeah, well, that’s been going on.  So last weekend, I fled.  I went down to the Kentucky Sheep and Fiber Festival with a friend for a bit of relaxation and distraction (plus a bit of scheming…because really you need some scheming in any good weekend).

As often happens at these things, there were critters.  Critters are quite good at providing distractions.  There were live silk worms (which I’ve never seen before and which were handled by a small child with much more equanimity than I could have mustered).

Sheep and goats (and no, not I’m not sure which are which, I swear the distinctions between the two are rather more subtle than your average picture book would lead you to believe).

Alpacas and llamas (again, I can never remember which is which, but I do know the critter on the leash there is named Puddin’, which should make up for my other failings).

And even bunnies (which I always want to take home and train to serve as couch cushions…though I realize that plan would present some difficulties).

There was yarn, too, but that will have to wait for the next post.  It’s getting a bit of a repair right now and I need to see how that works out before I can report back.