I had been eying the fleece sale table for most of the morning. I actually followed the girl who bought a bag of grey fluff out of the barn and asked her about it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I felt ... it was the "one that got away". I had always searched out the grey fleeces at various Sheep and Wool Fests, just because. But when I circled back to the Red Barn in the early afternoon and saw they were lowering prices, and this selection had been washed, and it included a dyed bat as part of the deal, I broke.
It was great to see fiber friends and thanks to Judy for getting me started with my Turkish Spindle!