That is 30 bags going to a fiber festival. I'm not going ~sigh~ but look for them. I missed this years' Wisconsin Sheep and Wool Festival due to school. I was studying for my first big test. Last night I had a dream where I was at the festival, talking spinning wheels with a lady. The festival was one of my only times to mix with other fiber enthusiasts and I do miss that.
I've been sneaking a bit of spinning or knitting while waiting for Alex to get out of school or right before bedtime. I find it relaxing not to think of either sewing or school for that short time before bed.