Are you interested in raw fleece, spinning, knitting or family values? This sounds like a Jehovah’s witness intro at the front door. If you are, keep reading, if not, talk amongst yourselves.
Way back in the summer, I received the generous gift of pounds of fleece, Romney, Corriedale, I’m not sure, from Tim’s brother and sister-in-law, Gary and Pam. We were living off the grid, with no hot water or bathtub at the time. For about a week I combed the locks and washed them in a spackle bucket with liquid joy. Then dried them on a towel, to the cat’s delight because it was the softest place to sleep in the lighthouse keeper’s cottage. Well now I’ve spun and plied a few hundred yards and have started the first of several great-niece and nephew sweaters to return to the farm.
I test knit a few swatches and have plans in mind for an aran cardigan and some kool-aid dyed colorful sweaters. Now I have a regular production line going. Knit some finished yarn while I keep carding and spinning the washed fleece. Once I have another large batch, I’ll start dying with Kool-Aid. Where does the time go?