Rainbooooooooh

This weekend, the Missoula Weavers Guild (of which I am a member) hosted the MAWS Conference at the University of Montana.  I drove up yesterday to see my friends, but also to visit the vendors who were holding forth in the third floor ballroom of the University Center.  On my shopping list were a reed and heddle hook and silk yarn.  I started on one end and worked my way counterclockwise around the hall.  In my youth, my mother, knowing my propensity to handle everything, taught me to resist temptation by clasping the wrist of one hand firmly in the other hand behind my back.  The whole shopping process slowed to a crawl when practically every booth had large signs saying PLEASE TOUCH.  I sat on the loom benches, handled the fleeces and roving, purring over yarns in every shade and size.  I picked up the Bluster Bay shuttles and imagined weaving with them and put  them down before I drooled on them.  I found a reed and heddle hook at the third vendor, but decided to go all the way around the room before spending any money.  After an hour, I got to the far end and spotted one of the most beautiful sights this side of heaven.  RedFish Dyeworks was selling silk yarn in an incredible variety of shades, stacked from floor to tiptoe, with reds in one corner, fading consecutively in wraparound fashion through the entire rainbow.   I walked into that booth, and there I stayed.  I had never been inside a rainbow before and the enchantment was complete.  When I left, I took a souvenir.  Twelve 50 gm skeins of 30/2 silk. I bought the hook as I floated past on my way out the door.