I left work Thursday at lunch time and drove to Howell to Beth's shop, where preparations for Galina's workshop were well underway by Beth and Kate.
We tidied, we rearranged, and we squeezed as much teaching space out of the shop as was possible. It looked good. Galina and George came, and set up their things, and headed off to their hotel.
The we went out to dinner. That would be Beth, Kate, and me in this fantabulous restaurant Beth chose. There were really six of us, but I don't have a picture of Beth's awesome husband Lou, or of her 2 youngest kidlets on the other side of the booth.

After chocolate, giggles, and much getting to know each other in person, there was sleeping.
Bright and early the next morning, we were back at the shop for a day of Orenburg-style spinning. It's a totally different kind of spinning than I had ever tried before, and there was plenty of dropping of the supported spindle. Here's Kate succeeding at her first-ever successful spindle spinning!

We got to play with so many different fibers - yak, buffalo, cashmere, quiviut (only a tiny snippet), silk, blends, pygora... Galina's goal was to get us to find something we enjoyed spinning that we could get locally. All three of us took to the pygora, but Galina was out, so Beth sent me home with a little buffalo...

Friday night Kate and Beth and I stayed overnight in the shop. (Isn't it almost a fiber fantasy?? To sleep overnight in a fiber shop? To go to sleep surrounded by wool fumes and sheepy goodness???) There was more chocolate, more gabbing, some spinning, and much fun.
By Saturday morning, we were getting a little slap-happy. Beth dug out a bag of random and somewhat damaged silk hankies and bells, and we played with stretching and spinning them. Kate even tried on a silk cap!

All day Saturday was class on knitting an Orenburg-style shawl (it's not really an Orenburg shawl if it wasn't knitted in Orenburg, by a Russian, from an Orenburg goat.) It was wonderful. Galina would teach us something, then set us a task of knitting some, and the whole time we were knitting she would talk to us about Russia, herself, the knitting, the sheep, the knitters, and whatever else was in the conversation at that moment. It was a very interactive class. Worth every penny.
And to sum up:

3 comments:
I look like I'm on some kind of drugs - maybe too much chocolate.
We can attest that it was nothing more than pure, unadulterated Orenburg goat down that did that to you...
Is that better, or worse?
:-)
It might be worse! To have been that affected by a goat??
Just kidding, Beth! I love that picture, mostly because I know how luscious it is to pet the Orenburg knitting...
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