The D.C. vacation was most definitely not about knitting, or fiber. I brought a sock to knit on the plane, and that was about it.
Nonetheless, on our last day, minutes before we hopped the train to head for the airport, I stumbled upon this:
And then this:
A few steps further on, and look at this:
And then? This:
Can you believe it? This was all happening right on the National Mall, as part of the Smithsonian’s Folklife Festival. We happened to be in the Welsh area as we headed toward the Metro stop. My husband wanted to go check out an iron worker, which we did, and as I stepped away I saw the fleece.
The husband insists that I tell you I did not really want to stop and look around, because I was mentally done and ready to head home. So you have him to thank for the fact that I found the sheepy stuff.
So there you have it. Actual fiber content, no thanks to me.
Happy Friday everyone!