This past weekend many of my friends have gone to the “Ba-a-a-a Land” – the fantabulous Maryland Sheep and Wool festival. Since the moment I realized that it was happening “now” I have been restless. I really wanted to be there. We went to Maryland for four years in a row. For me it was my big event of the year. We rented a car, piled in and were off! Lucky us we have friends and family right there so we could visit with them, spend a nice Shabbos talking, reminiscing and showing off new kids. Then on Sunday DH and the kids went to stay with his childhood friend and I went to the Sheep and Wool. By myself! For as long as my nursing baby would let me.
It was better than a dream. Walking through the fair grounds, breathing the wool fumes, looking at wonderful yarns, checking out the latest chachkas. Meeting old friends and making new ones. And, of course, I got to see sheep and lamas and rabbits. It was truly a heady mix and I miss it a lot. Last year I could not go because my baby chose to delay her appearance by two weeks. There was no way. So we went to Rhinebeck. And while it is nice, and big it was not the same. Something was missing there. Possibly because I was running a really high fever.
This year… I kept thinking about what is it that I really want. I really want to go to the Sheep and Wool. At the same time I am very happy where I am right now. I would not want to go anywhere outside of Israel at this point. Suddenly I understood. I want the impossible. I want to move the Sheep and Wool here. I do not think it will happen. But I am going to the knit and crochet meet up in Tel Aviv, on May 27Th. It will have to be enough.