It seems like just yesterday that I met my first alpaca and fell head over heels in love with that endearing creature. That was in 1997, and in 1998 we purchased our first 6.
What a wonderful lifestyle it has been, and what a whirlwind of activity. I remember saying that I didn't want to work with the fiber, I just wanted to enjoy the alpacas and their husbandry. HAHAHAH. I got my hands in that first fleece and knew I had to learn to spin. Today I design and spin my own line of yarns: Calliope Yarns from Fiberfabrications, which I sell at the Bellingham Farmers Market. I am also going to get my Etsy site up and running again. It is listed under ALPACALADY.
So, today I look out my window at the barn, and there are no alpacas there. At one time, I had 60 out there. When my husband died last year, I had 27. I had to make a decision about my future. At the age of 61, and living alone, did I want to put in all that work? Did I want to risk getting hurt in the barn and no one knowing I was missing for a day or so? Did I want to spend my retirement in a scooter chair?
Nope, not me.
Suddenly, the alpacas became a liability. On top of that, my grief prevented me from giving them the care they deserved.
I guess I have accomplished the impossible: I have retired from the alpaca business and sold all of my alpacas. Well, sold is not entirely correct. You've heard of Creative Financing? I employed some really creative sales techniques. One female went for comparable services at a local Beauty Salon! Now who doesn't need that? Another for marketing materials. The rest have been sold or bartered or given away.
Fortunately, the last 14 went to some wonderful people who have become the dearest of friends. They have done so much work for me around the farm, and will continue to help me when I need them. And, they are only about 8 miles away, so I can go visit them whenever I want.
I am writing this with a very heavy heart. I've had a long time to prepare for this, and the time is right. However, it's not just the alpacas being gone from their fields. It's a part of me that has been sliced off and sent away. I was so good as an alpaca breeder. I watched the quality of my herd improve each year as I made breeding decisions. I had always wanted to be a Veterinarian, and through the alpacas, I was able to almost reach that goal. My vets knew that I was very self sufficient, so when they received an emergency call from me, one of them would leave what he/she was doing and race to my farm. One day, during a very difficult birth, 4 vets arrived!!! I miss my friendships with those vets.
In town, I'm still known as the Alpaca Lady. When my husband died, I made another decision to close my store. Being alone, I did not want people dropping by any time, wanting a tour and to shop. This summer, people still arrived, getting out of their cars with their cameras, and then being so disappointed when I told them we were no longer in business.
Well, I'm going on a bit too much here. What I'm trying to say is, this has been a huge part of my personality. It proved that I could take on a farm business and make a success of it. And now it is over. Yes, I have new bridges to cross and lands to explore. I was darn good at what I did, just as I was in the business world. So, World, what's next for me?
BRING IT ON, I'M READY!!!
BRING IT ON, I'M READY!!!
