On Saturday we swung by the Black Swamp Spinners Guild Market Day.  I only heard about it because of the marvelous Knitter’s Review.  (If you’re not on the mailing list, you should be.  It’s not spammy, and every single issue is delightful.)

It was a small event, but there were lots of lovely goodies to be had.  Most of the vendors were selling fiber, and I have sworn off buying any more fiber until I break down and buy the spinning wheel I want.  I did manage to find one or two things that were destined to come home with me.

At the bottom there is a little skein of lovely gray llama.  It’s from a small family farm near The Boy’s parents.  It’s undyed and destined to become Lauren’s gray hat (seriously, that hat has had so many false starts it’s a bit ridiculous, but I think this is it).  In the meantime, I must keep it away from kittens, for it seems to fill them with a burning need to spend some deeply personal time with it.  I’ll do my best to protect the yarn’s chastity.

In the middle is Briar Rose’s wistful (an alpaca/merino/silk mix).  I haven’t the slightest idea what this will become, but it was too fetching to leave there.  It had to come home with me.  There are 500 yards, so I feel I should come up with something big enough to be worthy of all that yardage.

And in the back is a wheel of pencil roving.  Alas, it has no tag and the vendor didn’t give me a receipt, so I can’t tell you where it came from.  It doesn’t count as spinning fiber, as I’m going to knit with it as is.  This is my first time playing with pencil roving, and I’ve already learned several things (like Do.Not. try and wind it into a center pull ball, and be terribly careful when casting on).  I think it will be the fluffiest, loftiest, warmest hat ever to grace my gigantic head.  I know exactly what I want to do with it.  Now all I have to do is swatch to get an idea of gauge and see if the master plan is even remotely feasible.