One time Nolemana was having surgery in a large Portland hospital, so I took my spinning wheel (it was going to be a fairly long surgery) and was spinning some dyed purple wool in the open, not crowded, waiting room. I was happily creating a yummy yarn when a doctor and his entourage stopped behind me and asked what I was doing. I told him I was spinning and making yarn to knit with. He asked what kind of stuff it was and I replied that it was wool.
He gave me this condescending, arrogant look as if I were out of my mind, and with his coattails flapping in the breeze as he left, entourage in his wake, I heard him say to his students, “Oh yeah, right! Purple sheep!”