| After supper last night, I got out the drum carder to start knocking a hole in all the wool that I have washed and ready to work up. I dyed a few fleeces last summer and had so many special plans for it all...well, as plans go, with good intention, I didn't get my fiber play done. Oh my! I feel like a fiber hoarder, my spare bedroom off of my studio is full of washed fleeces. The rack and shelves in my studio have bags and baskets of fleeces, I am surrounded by beautiful colors. Each fleece is in it's own plastic bag and labeled with the sheep's name and year of shearing. I sent 6 fleeces to the fiber mill to be processed and two large bags are in the Yukon ready to be taken to the post office for the mill. |