Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Stop calling me Fred

I love fleece. Dirty sheep fleece full of lanolin. I bought 2 fleeces at Greencastle this weekend.

I know that some people think I'm crazy to go to all the effort of soaking and cleaning something with poop and hay embedded in it, but I like doing it. I can afford to buy a nice and clean fleece and I have in the past, but there is a certain joy of taking a sow's ear and making the silk purse. There is also the pleasure of doing something that has been done for thousands of years and is rarely done anymore. I do not know how I will spin this or what I will knit (weave?) with it. It's just loovlee.

Before. 

Before on the left, and after the second soak on the right.

1 comment:

Zippi Kit said...

To be honest, there aren't that many people who clean them properly, meaning the come out with practically no LIFE left in them. Your old fashioned methods are still the best.

Who is this woman, you ask. *waves across the miles to an old friend whom I should have been keeping up with* I guess I'm tired, too. lol