Saturday, May 14, 2011

Prescott Highland Games

I attended the Prescott Highland Games last Saturday as a vendor. I also demonstrated spinning with great success. It's always fun to do so. A fair number of people have seen spinning wheels but very few have observed them in action. People are astonished at both the simplicity and the complexity of the process: in my hand I held wool, and a few moments later, it had become yarn on the wheel's bobbin. To many of them, it's almost magic.

Dierdre made it very clear she wanted to go with me to the Highland Games. She jumped into the back of the truck and sat there while I loaded it.



Unfortunately, she had to stay home. It would have been too complicated to take her. For one thing, they had sheep herding contests, and she definitely would have felt she should be in charge (oops, make that participate).

Below are some of the items I wove for the event. The first scarf and the bags are MacColl tartan. The second scarf is a Robertson tartan.







2 comments:

ICQB said...

Lovey scarves and bags! I'm currently shopping around for a used loom. I'm so anxious to get my hands on one!!

Whenever we leave the house without him, my dog must think we're going to a really fun place to hike around, to a drive-thru window for yummy food, or to the vet. He probably wonders why he can't come too (except to the last place).

Diane said...

Thanks for the compliment! I had fun making them.

Are there any weaving guilds in your area? Often members have looms for sale. Considering transportation costs, it's really nice if you can find one nearby.

Yeah, Dierdre would be happiest if she could go everywhere with me (even the vet). It's amazing how dejected dogs look when you leave, although I suspect as soon as you're out of sight, most of them go off and enjoy themselves.

When we had our black Lab, Dreamer, we discovered one of her solo pasttimes. We left the house with her giving us her "abandoned" look. We barely got in the car when we realized we had forgetten something. On the way to the front door we glanced in the window, and there was Dreamer, stretched out on the couch (where she wasn't allowed), looking comfy. We hadn't even pulled out of the driveway yet!