Forgive me if I have blogged about this before. My mind is becoming like my mother's - full of swiss cheese (by her admission! I'm not that disrespectful!) Only it seems my cheese is full of bigger holes or maybe it's older. In any case I'm thinking I need more B vitamins.
In the fall we visited the East, as you know. While there we took in a few conferences as well as made many side trips. After all, this is where I was born and Bruce had never been there. We took full advantage of our little rental car and made our way north, south, and west of Newark where we landed. One of the little side trips involved visiting our friends Cam and Judy.
On the way we stopped for a quick lunch where we enjoyed East Coast fish and chips. We all laughed when Cam told us that that West Coast fish and chips was what he looked forward to when he came to visit us.
No, this is not a statue of what his mother became. This is the front door mascot, though.
What we saw there just amazed me! We examined raw wool just shipped in and full of not only dirt but metal and other fun stuff to make it weigh more. The sellers wanted the best price! What better way than dropping in a horseshoe or two? They're small and they're HEAVY! (Cheaters)
Yarn spun and dyed waiting to be wound into skeins.
The finished product in cubby holes ready to be shipped.
One of the huge machines used to process the wool. What it does, I don't know. I was too busy taking pictures to ask. Dumb me.
Another machine that processes wool somehow, some way.
More machinery. Nothing was going on because it was summer and they hadn't started the fall run yet. We had to imagine the noise, the smell and the process of making yarn.
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