Next week, with a few friends, I’m heading off to the Australian Sheep and Wool show. It’s also known as the Bendigo Sheep and Wool show and it’s my first time. In earlier years I’ve been happy, although a little envious, to just read about everyone else going but this year DrK and I planned very early in the year that we would join in.
I’ll be honest and say despite all I’ve read and heard, I don’t really know what to expect. I don’t have sense of the space where it’s held. I’ve not been to Bendigo. I’m just a bit fuzzy on the details. Kind of reminds me of the first time Sean took me to the Big Day Out at Olympic Park in Sydney. I didn’t know how music festivals worked – how did all that stuff happen all at the same time? I had an image of a dozen bands each striving to be louder than the next. It’s that way with Bendigo. I can’t get an image. In my mind’s eye I see a sort of oval, with sheds and tents and a lot of defecating sheep. I bet it’s nothing like that.
Although I do hear there’s mud. Lots of mud. Footwear must be sorted. I’m fixating on that probably more than is necessary. See above comment on sheep and poo.
The other thing I’m fixating on is what to knit? There’s going to be a fair of amount of time spent sitting around in the evenings with friends, old and new, chatting, eating, drinking. I need the right projects. Easy ones that can grow without me noticing. As is evidenced by the lack of knitting showing up here at the moment, I’ve got either gift stuff on the go or complex stuff that is slow moving and not particularly exciting to document. This is an invitation to start some fun, easy stuff right?
I started digging through the stash this morning. It’s amazing what treasures you find among the skeins. I’ve got two to think about and I’m a bit excited by them. Both were gifts from Shazmina Bendi – Sharon – who moved the UK many moons ago. Each of these came as birthday gifts and I put them aside waiting for a time when they spoke to me. That day was today.
What I was after today was something to knit into nice, plain yet colourful socks as I hang around Bendigo. The first is Fyberspates Dream Sock and it’s 100% Blue Faced Leicester – a wool variety that I confess thrills me simply because of its name. If I were to have a pet lamb, I think I would want it to be a Blue Faced Leicester and I would call him Bluey.
The second one is from Pagewood Farm, Yukon. Similar but more subtle.
Speaking of socks, I made a great discovery today. Remember my Stripey Long Socks? The ones that took me forever to make? Well I’ve never worn them. Not once. They kind of glare out of my sock drawer each time I open it, chastising me because seven months spent on something you never wear is appalling to my sense of productivity. I can’t bear to let that happen. So on a whim today I put them on under my jeans and it was a revelation! When it’s as bitterly cold as it is today, and you have to be out early in the rain as I was this morning, long, hand knitted, stripey socks that you created yourself are about the warmest thing a girl can wear. And they look cute with my new favourite every day shoes too.
I think I’ll take them to Bendigo with me!