This weekend was the 2022 Wisconsin Sheep and Wool Festival, held ten miles away from my house, in Jefferson. The first year I attended it (2008), I started organizing a little get-together on Saturday night of the Festival that came to be called “Unwind.” With a little (okay, a LOT) of help from my friends, I kept this event going for nine years. I would have liked to have done it for ten years, but the venue rented the space without telling me in the tenth year, and I let it go. (It was for a wedding, so I didn’t want to be the *sshole.)
Facebook has spent all weekend sending me reminders of Unwind, from the first, cobbled-together event held at Fireman’s Park in Rome to the more recent events. Those were good times, and I’m glad that I pulled that kind of thing together so many times. I made a lot of good friends and — more importantly — created a social space in which crafters could meet, eat, relax, and have fun.
On Saturday morning I did some grocery shopping at the store just on the other side of the fairgrounds, then took the Highway 26 bypass to Johnson Creek to shop at Penzeys before heading home. From the bypass you get a great view of the County Fair Park, where the Festival is held. The camping area was full, and the parking lot was filling up. And in a small field between the fairgrounds and the bypass, I spotted a small herd of sheep that was being driven and guided, incrementally, by a diligent and well-trained little black dog.
The good times don’t last forever, so it’s important to make the memories when you can — to take that leap of faith and see what can happen.
I didn’t attend the Festival this year, but I knew people who couldn’t wait to be there to take classes, to shop, and to wander around amongst all of the wooly and sheepy fun with their friends. In the weeks that led up to the Festival, I started to receive requests to join a Facebook group that I had set up several years ago to help me plan Unwind. After telling the first few people that my group was no longer active, then trying to steer them to the valid and official group, I finally made my group private and hidden. That door is closed now. I do hope that everyone who was looking for information on the Festival found what they were looking for, made their way to the site, and had a wonderful time.
One of the door prizes offered at that first Unwind event was an umbrella skein winder built by my father. A woodworker in Stevens Point had published patterns for the winder and for a couple of styles of spinning wheel, and while I was living in Point I bought copies of the patterns from his daughter. My father didn’t try to make a spinning wheel, but he was intrigued by the construction method of the skein winder.
He made two of them. One I kept, and one I gave away 14 years ago. I don’t know if I wrote down who the fortunate recipient was, but I hope they still have it and use it. My father signed it and glued a 2008 US penny to the piece that clamps on to the table (see my penny in the photo below). Fun fact for the owner: Dad held together the wooden slats with sections of plastic-coated cotton that he cut too short. Try twist ties instead!
This afternoon I used my winder to turn the skeins of the Laurenspun Shetland wool (thank you, Leroy!) into paired cakes so I can get closer to starting the cowl project in the fall.
Why would I want to start another project when I’m not done with the pink project yet? Well, that’s a good question. I’m not sure that my answer will make sense, but I seem to have gotten closer to finishing it than I had previously thought.
Last weekend while I was watching the Dutch Grand Prix I knitted 16 more rows. Sixteen out of thirty-seven, not bad — one more race and I could get a lot closer. I kept track of the rows on a little index card, and then eventually lost the index card between last weekend and this Saturday. No worries: I kept knitting and counted the rows in my head. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Twenty out of thirty-seven.
So there I was with seventeen rows left to do during Monza — thirty-seven minus twenty, right? — but for some reason I decided to check the work before I started watching the recording, to see how far I really had to go before starting the decrease rows.
So… I’m now at the decrease point. I can’t explain it, but there I am. And then I promptly put the work aside, as the race was likely to be too exciting to serve as TV knitting when I actually had to pay a tiny bit of attention to the knitting (the pattern will now change to “K2, K2tog, YO, K2tog, K to the end” until I get to approximately 10 stitches on the needles).
It’s time for the home stretch on the pink project, and I can only hope that the color differences in the yarn will magically fade when the project has been finished, washed, and dried. (The cats who will be sleeping on it probably won’t care.) I can’t say that I am looking forward to weaving in all of the ends that I have been craftily keeping out of the shot for these many months, but I must do what must be done.