I didn't have time (or inclination) to shop, but there were many, many booths not only from our own state, but from Kentucky, Ohio, Michigan and Illinois, too. There was music, workshops, real rest rooms, animals, and all kinds of fibery stuff. A real class affair. Kudos to Victoria! Sweetie and Helena Handbasket were there, too.
It's always hard for me to sell some of my buns, and I was sad to see their empty cages that night, but all three went to great homes.
To compensate for their loss, I am delighted to say that two of the feral angoras have been live trapped and are now exploring inside the house. Here's the first guy.
Notice his "sleepy" eyes - just like Percival, who happens to be his grandfather. The baby has the dark nose of Jackie Brown, his mom. Just caught the other one this afternoon. Same fuzziness, different nose. They are co-habitating with Ramsey's sole surviving kit. Damn, I'm glad I got him inside before the evil cat did.
4 comments:
*squishes bunny* Your new batts look absolutely GORGEOUS!
I love the color of that bunny! Sort of apricot-y -- and the colors of your batts are gorgeous :)
Those are beautiful batts. And the color of the feral angora is Golden, yes? Oh maybe apricot. Forgot about the Apricots even though I owned one. lol
Jazz is like an little golden bear to hold.
Thanks for your lively blog. I'm not sure what the atom does but it should work. If there's a choice, go for the "23".
That day was lovely in every possible way.
You're a gem.
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