My sister, Lisa, and I went up to the fairgrounds today to check out the annual fiberfest. I don't remember how many years this event has been going on but it is known far and wide and people come from everywhere; as vendors and people like the Brachman/Altamore ladies.
First off, you need to know I do nothing with fiber. I don't knit, crochet, felt or sew. I'm the gal that uses duct tape to hem my pants but I love to look at pretty things and chat up interesting folk. I can do both of those things at this festival. And I don't have to drive there and fight traffic.
There were several vendors selling their handmade baskets.
Aren't these colors yummy? Wouldn't this look swell on me??????????
There has to be a head somewhere for this hat. Who do you know that could carry off this look?
Where's Elmer Fudd when you need him?
I know this is a loom because I do know some things.
This young woman had a lot of yard. Boy howdy! Wall to wall yarn.
Isn't she a beauty?
Now, if I looked good in hats, and I don't, trust me, I would so have this one.
Lisa and I bought socks! They're supposed to wick really well. I'll test them out at Jazzercise.
This guy comes every year and I never tire of his herding demonstrations. He knows what he's doing and he's very humorous to boot.
I had to include this fuzzy, wuzzy, squishy bear.
I was so excited when I saw these purses because my friend, Jane, and I had just been talking about felted purses with leather straps last night. Then I found out that these ladies make the leather straps and handles but not the purses. They do, however, sell the kits/patterns to make them.
A clay necklace with clay buttons in the middle. I believe that's another clay necklace next to it.
Lisa and I had a nice chat with the lady that made these beautiful buttons, etc. Very unique.
Ho, ho, ho.
That's, Cindy. She's from Wisc. and we met her and her husband, John, last year when they came to the festival. We're BFFs now. Next year we're all going to go out and get drunk together. Not really but we're definitely going to the Grill House for dinner. Aren't we, Cindy? Right, John?
This is one of Cindy's hats. I think the one I coveted above is one of hers too.
More hats. Not Cindy's.
My pictures are out of order and there's a story that goes along with it but it's a boring story so I won't bore you. You're welcome. The two pictures above are the purses that are not for sale with the handles that are.
There's the Allegan band booth serving up chow. Lisa had a burger for lunch and said it was delicious. There's my Jazz pal, Patty (i?). She's a volunteer extraordinaire.
If you love BBQ, you need to check out Big Moe's. Moe (or BeMo as we called him when he was a kid) is a local man and believe me when I tell you - his stuff is good!
More doo-dads. THE END!