One day on a whim I googled "Fiber fairs" and found one that was coming up rather soon. I asked my dear friend who helped me get back into knitting (and to whom credit for my current sanity must be given, as she was a main contributor of reality checks, therapeutic trips, last-minute-panicked-checking-of-the-syllabi and entreating professors to grace, and Bollywood and Stargate Atlantis marathons after midterms and finals had successfully been survived) if she wanted to go and she said absolutely! The first thing we saw when we got there was a sheep-shearing. You can see it in the above left picture. For you animal rights people the sheep is not being harmed at all. The shepherd was very firm but gentle as he got the sheep out of the pen, guided it to the shearing mat, and gently tipped the animal over onto its back. There he gripped the Ewe firmly between his knees as he began shearing in the Australian method - which means the fleece comes off in one big beautiful blanket. We watched him shear three sheep - it only took between 5 and 10 minutes per animal, and the time difference only depended upon how many questions the audience had.
However the person the vendor had chosen to demonstrate this to was my friend: who is a pianist, and excelled in her Greek and Hebrew classes, and is the master at organizing filing cabinets and bringing order to the chaos which is the Crisis Pregnancy center where she works. So all admonitions of allowing disorder and chaos to reign supreme in the cloth that was to come from her fingers at first fell on deaf ears. Then she realized what he was saying, and so struggled to master the art of chaos. Probably this method of weaving would be very good and relaxing for her in the long run, and in the end she and the vendor both left smiling - albeit with nothing purchased.