It was inevitable...

Sunday afternoon I drove down to Franklin, Indiana, to the Hoosier Hills Fiberarts Festival with my oldest daughter and a few of my Indy Mad Knitters friends. (I'm linking to it, but it's almost not worth bothering, because even though the fair is already over, most of the pages still say "coming soon". Suuuure they are...)

I took these 2 pictures before I was apparently so overcome by the yarn and fiber fumes that I completely forgot to take any more.

My oldest there in the green dress, watching a sheep get sheared.

I suppose it was inevitable that when I took my 9 year old to a fiberarts fair that I ended up with a pound of roving. I'm sure I'm going to end up playing with it, too.
Half a ound of Coopworth from Buerer Sheep Farm (sadly, not on the internet). And a couple of smaller quantities of dyed Romney. I also picked up some felting needles and some Ecological Wool at a great price. DD also got a new latch hook and a lucet from Sistermaide.
Now I have to get her to a craft store so we can make a drop spindle.
Janet was also sucked in to the spinning thing. Eric restrained himself to 1 skein of beautiful pink laceweight merino. I don't know how he did it (though I suspect it had something to do with having just dropped a bundle in the Golden Thimble going-out-of-business sale).