Did I mention that I was insane?

In the category 'like I need ANOTHER hole in my head':

Meet Stewart -- Stewart the Shetland from Maple Ridge Farm.   At least I assume it's Stewart.  I assume that to be true because Stewart's is the only fleece that I remember discussing with the lovely folks at MRSF.  I do not, however, remember actually BUYING Stewart's fleece, and yet here it sits in all it's stinky glory. The cats?  Also insane for stinky wool.  I'm starting to think it's some sort of communicable disease. One which has the power to affect a person's memory, much like the oft-storied 'yarn trance' disease.  I'm not even in the least bit joking or dissembling here, but I have NO MEMORY WHATSOEVER of buying this fleece. I AM waiting on a lovely fleece from an entirely different farm, one which I do clearly remember purchasing, but not this one.  I can't decide whether to be excited or scared that fleeces that I merely THINK about buying magically appear on my doorstep (what can Brown do for you?), though I guess it would be a tad more exciting if it didn't also 'magically' appear on my bank statement (which it did, I checked).   Here's another shot, this one from the top.

I think it's safe to say that it's a damned good thing I got these just over a week ago at CTS&W:

Beautiful Maple wool combs from The Wheel Thing, crafted by Alvin Ramer. (scroll down, they are billed as "Super Mini Combs", there's also a picture of Mr. Ramer at the bottom).  They're lovely, 2 pitch, and feel well balanced.  I haven't played around with a ton of combs, but I really dug the way these felt as I was playing around with them at the booth (carefully, these things are wicked shaaap).  It had been my intention to shop different combs for a couple of shows to see how different sets felt, but.....well.....if lovin' these was wrong, I don't wanna be right.

Fiber?  What fiber?  I don't see any fiber.  Of course there's no fiber. Hell, I just bought a fleece, remember?  What on earth would I do with MORE fiber?

Comments

[maryse]

did you got maryland for stewart?

that's kind of gross actually.

[ShadowDancer]

I find it positively eerie that as I was reading this post, I began to smell fleece...
Not particularly stinky fleece, but still, you know... fleecy fleece.
There are no longer any fleeces in my house.
none.
not one.
So ... did you manage to create a scratch 'n' sniff blog? Did my computer upgrade itself over the weekend? Or does the mere sight of a fleece on the floor invoke olfactory memories?

Weird.

[Carole]

I love when you show kitty photos! And, you know Sharon and I have a drum carder, right? Just saying.

[JessaLu]

Insanity may have come up once or twice... ;o)

[mamacate]

Black outs. Not a good sign. Too bad you're surrounded by other active users.

Ah well. Nice fleece there.

And girl! RAMERS! Suhweet.

[Kristen]

I am so glad I can live vicariously through others - thank you, thank you, thank you.

(Stuart is a lovely name for a fleece. What is the other 'on it's way fleece' name?)

[Peeve]

Oh, isn't it nice that you went to all that trouble for the cats to have something new to roll in!!

[elisa]

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

You know what's on my list for NH? Roving and sock yarn.

That's it.

Who needs sweaters? Or bags? Or ANYTHING else? Not me. Nope.

[melanie]

oh.my.god. STEWART!!

[Juno]

I was going to say that it's when you start to have blackouts that you know it's time to stop drinkin'. But MamaCate beat me to it.

And nice combs, baby. Nice combs.

[Laurie]

Too young for forgetting. Fugue state? Shopping while Ambien'd? How about a ruse in case Mr. Obsession sees the blog post?

[ann-marie mackay]

i just met went to Mr Ramers house today--he's fixing a wheel for me.
I was looking around for pictures of his combs--glad i found your blog