This is shamefully, not a fleece from this spring's shearing. It is from last year's! So, it is definitely time to get it washed-to make room for some more dirty fleeces. Seriously, I love the smell of raw fleece, my kids and their playmates can be somewhat less understanding. Sadly, I'm undecided if I will be washing more raw fleece this year or not. We in the bay area are facing a serious drought this year. All of the washing water can (painstakingly) be used in the garden (it involves a lot of hauling on my part) and so the water wouldn't be wasted but its still something I debate about. I may have to take a look at the fleeces all together and see if there is anything really worthy of me processing by hand. I'm loving what I've been getting back from Morro Fleece Works so much that I may send most of it there this year. This is the last of Piper's dirty(romney) fleece:
And then clean. Shiny, shiny, shiny!
I live in a pile of bricks with a fire puter-outer, a Halloween enthusiast and a pretend lemur, who sometimes admits to being my second son. I have a kitchen for flowers. I know all the lyrics to the Spiderman theme song and (am forced to) sing it everyday. I cook with color. This was a blog mostly about yarn spinning and natural dyeing. Now, it is fair to say, it lacks direction entirely.
Saturday, April 25, 2009