Well, if you are from the Boston area you might say fib-ah! Which ever way you say it, there is a lot of fibery goodness to be had in the Northeast and I have just scratched the tip of what's available to New Englanders. My shop of choice when in Beverly, MA is Yarns in the Farms and every bit of my purchases came from there this time.
My mother fell in love with the sweater I am making my Dad, so add a third sweater to knit from that pattern, this time in a Briggs & Little yarn, Atlantic in Sea foam.
I had never seen this yarn before but I'm sold, it's lovely stuff in beautiful colors.
Next up is a sweaters worth of yarn for myself.
The dark plum and green yarns are Dream in Color Classy colors Gothic Rose and Spring Tickle respectively. The variegated yarns are both Araucania Hand dyed Toconao Multy in colors 414 and 410
and it's all to make Tink's Racing Stripe Sweater.
The two smaller skeins of natural and cocoa brown are Bijou Basin Ranch's Bijou Spun
Yak down and cormo wool ( 50/50) in a dk or sport weight. This is petting yarn right now.
The lovely array of LeClerc stick shuttles were a gift from Sue.
I was thrilled. I did try to share them with my Dad, but he has plenty already. I didn't have a single one of this type so it was a delightful and useful addition to my weaving room. Thank you Sue.
I didn't buy any yarn for weaving, I have so much right now and knew a largish order for 5/2 perle cotton was making it's way cross country from WEBS for when I got back.
On farm news, it's pretty quiet although it seems we have a new visitor to the barn. A grey tiger striped cat much like Juno. I just caught her this morning and while cautious, she went and hid right around the corner of the barn as compared to taking full flight. Why have I dubbed her a she, well, if it was a tom, I'd be able to smell him easily, so either this cat has been neutered or it's a female.
The horses all look well and are happy the treat train has arrived home although they are not enjoying the heavy duty mud we've had. Goats all good. Morning feeding is a bit quieter without Angel. She and Smoochie use to enjoy running the dog fence line together as I brought the tractor up to the paddock. I could see them( and hear them) racing in the pen lights. Smoochie still wants to go out, but now looks for his pal in her crate, turns and then walks to the fence line and sits. Breaks my heart to see it and there is very little I can do. The pack is in flux, losing a member means everyone needs to reestablish an order of sorts. It is what it is and I am an outsider looking in.
And for those in the US, Happy Groundhog Day!