Wow is all I have to say.
Her house is nestled back in the woods off a country road (someday I can picture myself having a place similar to hers). Beautiful house and barn. We met her on the front porch and she asked if we wanted to go check out the llamas. Of course! (I had two of the girls with me—they were as giddy with excitement as I was).
She took us to the fenced in area where the llamas were and I had thought that we’d just be saying ‘hi’ to them from outside the fence. Nope. She opened the gate and we all walked in. They are such peaceful and curious creatures. She started explaining ages and when they had been shorn… a bit about the fiber… I really don’t remember much of the conversation (and I feel horrible about it) because my mind just went into cuteness overload (the following pictures are courtesy of one of the girls… I must say, her photography skills are improving :) )
We spent a few minutes in with the llamas and then she took me to the house to show me some fiber she had for sale. She had white, brown, black, some dyed stuff, some blended llama with angora… I don’t think the girls understood how excited I was just to see (from their perspective) bags of fluff. I was invited inside to see some fiber that she had just shorn and was about to send to the mill—absolutely love the grey that she has—she offered to set some aside for me when she gets it back from the mill.
While she was weighing out my fiber, we started talking—I know there were times in the conversation that she had to have been thinking I was some blubbering idiot because I couldn’t make sense of anything I was saying. I was beyond giddy and could not calm down… (same experience happened when I met Jack Hanna… that’s a story for another day). She started asking me about what kind of wheel I had, what kind of fiber I liked, all sorts of questions and I just had a gigantic mental brain fart. I made myself look like a total fool, but that’s okay.
I guess her son is a third year in vet school at Ohio State—she told me to hunt him down if I ever need more fiber while in school because she can get it to him easily.
I left there with a pound of brown llama fiber. Call me boring or traditional, but I absolutely love the caramel brown color that she has. It’s beautiful. Wanted to spin last night but one of the girls’ softball games went into extra innings and we didn’t get home till late. Oh well. There will be plenty of days where I can spin…. :)
She took us to the fenced in area where the llamas were and I had thought that we’d just be saying ‘hi’ to them from outside the fence. Nope. She opened the gate and we all walked in. They are such peaceful and curious creatures. She started explaining ages and when they had been shorn… a bit about the fiber… I really don’t remember much of the conversation (and I feel horrible about it) because my mind just went into cuteness overload (the following pictures are courtesy of one of the girls… I must say, her photography skills are improving :) )
While she was weighing out my fiber, we started talking—I know there were times in the conversation that she had to have been thinking I was some blubbering idiot because I couldn’t make sense of anything I was saying. I was beyond giddy and could not calm down… (same experience happened when I met Jack Hanna… that’s a story for another day). She started asking me about what kind of wheel I had, what kind of fiber I liked, all sorts of questions and I just had a gigantic mental brain fart. I made myself look like a total fool, but that’s okay.
I guess her son is a third year in vet school at Ohio State—she told me to hunt him down if I ever need more fiber while in school because she can get it to him easily.
I left there with a pound of brown llama fiber. Call me boring or traditional, but I absolutely love the caramel brown color that she has. It’s beautiful. Wanted to spin last night but one of the girls’ softball games went into extra innings and we didn’t get home till late. Oh well. There will be plenty of days where I can spin…. :)
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