I can't believe how much I enjoyed myself. It was a wonderful day. I got there at 9:30, and went right to buy a bunny from the breeder I'd made contact with earlier this month. The breeder brought five rabbits, one which was a Chestnut doe that I thought looked wonderful from her pictures, and would really add to the bunnies here. When I got there and saw them all, though, the decision was not cut and dry. They were all gorgeous, and their fiber is amazing. I instead bought a Chocolate Agouti doe, instead of the Chestnut. What can I say? She called to me. Her name is Daphne, and I took some bad pictures of her. Here they are:
|Daphne trying to escape|
|Daphne's rear end|
|Can you see the coloration in there? It's so had to get a picture of. She's a light grey brown with a slightly umber banding. Beautiful!|
As I was picking Daphne, I heard someone else call my name. This guy:
This is Daphne's brother, Buckley. His eyes are bluey-brown, which just knocked me out.
But I didn't buy him for his eyes. He's an Opal buck, and his wool is this amazing light pearl grey with a slightly darker banding.
Probably the best picture of him is this one, while he's in his snazzy cage:
They are works of art, they truly are. And I wasn't the only one who thought so. When I went back at the end of the day to pick them up, the breeder had sold every one of her rabbits. So yes, they were gorgeous.
I did make the rounds to the other breeders as well--there were only 3 at the show. One had a nice smoky-colored rabbit, but I didn't like the way she/he (I never got that far) was being kept. The cages were too small to turn around in. Not cool, in my opinion, so I passed that one by. The third breeder, however, had Satin Angoras, which I would not have considered, as I like the English so much. But when I saw the color on the little ones, that went right out the window.
8 weeks old, and a redhead. I'm a sucker for ginger hair in an animal, I really am. Look at her banding:
She's already got an amazing crimp, and she's as sweet as pie and feisty, to boot.
So, yep, I came home with three, not one. Oops. I did say I couldn't be held responsible if I were to go alone. And I went alone. I did not, however, buy an Angora wether, and I could have, for a very reasonable price. So I think, if you put it all in perspective, I did very well.
What I did not do, though, was walk through, buy bunnies, and leave. It was such a gorgeous fair, I spent every minute I could taking it all in. There's something very appealing to me about a craft that has tools that are as beautiful as the finished product. I bought a pair of carding combs to work with the fiber I have already from Ygraine, some amazing roving to work with, and a pair of drop spindles.
The one on top is a heavier spindle for wools, and the one on bottom is a lighter spindle for the Angora. They were both hand crafted, by two different vendors. They are amazing. I also bought a hand-thrown yarn pot, because it's a brilliant idea. And it's beautiful.
In all, a fantastic day. I haven't enjoyed myself so much somewhere in a long time, especially not alone. It took me two hours to get home because of traffic, and I was an hour and a half late for feeding animals (and I heard about that, believe me), but it was totally worth it. Today I will get everyone settled in the garage-barn and then maybe I'll feel all the beautiful fiber that followed me home yesterday.
Have a wonderful day, everyone. I leave you with a picture of the "bunny train", out in the back, while I clean out their spots inside.