September has seen The Woolly Pedlar on the road again. First of all up to Bonnie Scotland to Perth Festival of Yarn, then this last weekend to Yorkshire and Yarndale. I had promised myself that I would take the day off after Yarndale, but sales were so good at both events I really need to get back to making jumpers and coats as soon as possible. However, as I’m still buzzing from the great time that I’ve had at both Perth and Yarndale, I thought I’d put finger to keyboard, write a blog post and share my photos with you.
On the road in September
It had been a while since I set out in in the van to sell my woolly wares, and I was excited to be heading first of all up to Perth. The drive was nothing short of stunning. The Perth Festival of Yarn was in it’s second year, and was organised by Eva and her team of volunteers. Hats off to you, Eva, for all your hard work! I am a member of The Wool Clip, who organise Woolfest and we are a cooperative of thirteen women who work really hard to put on Woolfest. I cannot imagine how tough this must of been for Eva, who did this all by herself, with just a handful of willing helpers.
Knitters from the Outer Hebrides raising money for MacMillan Cancer Support with a community quilt
The warm, fuzzy glow that you get inside after exhibiting at events like Woolfest, Perth or Yarndale comes from the people you meet there. First of all, there is the lovely camaraderie between stallholders. I love catching up with my stallholder family, and seeing everyone. Some of us gather together in the evenings over a glass of wine, and catch up on how business and our lives havee been after we last met. There was quite a contrast between my accommodation and meals at Perth and Yarndale. At Perth I stayed in the Lovat Hotel and enjoyed a fantastic curry and social evening arranged by Eva, and dinner in the town on the second night with friends from Perth. At Yarndale I stayed in ‘luxury accommodation’ in my van in the car park, and cooked in the van. Both equally fun, but in very different ways,
Luxury accommodation in the car park at Yarndale
The van kitchen
Then there are the punters themselves. I find yarn festivals so different to local Christmas Fairs. Everyone is kind, encouraging, and complimentary about my work. It does the soul as well as one’s confidence the world of good. I really should have taken far more photos of happy customers, but was far too busy talking and selling at both events!
Happy faces at Perth Festival of Yarn
These two women had lots of fun trying on my upcycled coats and jumpers. Neither of them bought anything, but we all enjoyed ourselves none the less. The grey coat on the left sold yesterday at Yarndale, but the jumper dress is still for sale. Head to Women’s Clothing if you want to see what’s left!
Elspeth in her new jacket
Both events were special times for meeting up with friends. Elspeth above, and I have been online friends for over ten years, but had never actually met. Recently, Elspeth has lost a fantastic amount of weight and treated herself to a bespoke jacket. She looks absolutely stunning in it, and says she has received lots of compliments since, which is lovely to hear.
This happy photo is of my old flatmate Jane and I. We were at teaching training college together 34 years ago. We kept in touch with a Christmas card every year, but other than that, we hadn’t seen each other for years. Jane came to Woolfest this year, and had no idea I would be exhibiting there. We were thrilled to see each other, and then lo and behold, we met up again at Yarndale. I taught Jane to knit when we were at college, and it is the world of wool that had brought us together again. I am absolutely thrilled to have seen her again. We were the two barmaids in the college bar and certainly got up to some tricks together!
The calm before the storm at Yarndale
Yarndale is held at Skipton Auction Mart, and I had a double sheep pen for my stall, whereas Perth festival of Yarn was held in the carpeted Dewar Centre in the centre of town. I was interested in this being the Dewar Centre, as my grandfather had come from that neck of the woods, and was himself a Dewar.
My Stall at Yarndale
I love the challenge of transforming a sheep pen into a stall, and marvel at all the creativity from other stallholders. The concrete floor can take it’s toll on your legs and feet, and I was very grateful of two small mats that I had bought to stand on. One poor laddie came a cropper on the concrete floor, and we had a brief drama while the excellent first aid team there dealt with a bump to his head. His mum has got in touch with me today to let me know that he is none the worse for his fall.
Yarn bombed bike
Yarn bombing was very much in evidence at Yarndale, with some fantastic woolly installations both inside and out. There was a woolly river, a meadow, miles of crocheted bunting and an amazing mandala that has been crocheted one circle for every day of the year. I wish I had a pound for every photo that was taken of my yarn bombed bike – well, I am the woolly pedler! I explained that when I first started I had the idea of powering a sewing machine at festivals using bike power, and that was ‘How the Woolly Pedlar got it’s Name’.
Happy customer at Yarndale
So now, with a much depleted stock, I must head back to the woolly garret and get busy for the silly season. Christmas fairs will soon be upon us. My first will be Brocksbushes at Stocksfield, but you can find out more about where I’ll be popping up by heading to the Events page in this website. My woolly wares can also be found at local stockists, details of which are also on the website.
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