It's a gorgeous and warm day here in Knit Country. Truly lovely. I decided I would take advantage this awesome burst of spring and wash that very last alpaca fleece that I have hanging around. (I know it doesn't necessarily need to be washed before spinning but I hate spinning unwashed fiber, and dirty alpaca turns my fingers black).
I am now wet.
I am dirty.
I smell like grass.
My cats and dog are following me around sniffing my legs and they won't leave me alone!!
I am never ever ever ever washing another fleece. It sucks. I would rather pay someone else to do it.
On the other hand, if you have to wash a fleece, this is a pretty perfect day to do it. Next time, though, I'm just going to sit outside with my spinning wheel and a nice glass of iced tea.
--Kimberly
I am now wet.
I am dirty.
I smell like grass.
My cats and dog are following me around sniffing my legs and they won't leave me alone!!
I am never ever ever ever washing another fleece. It sucks. I would rather pay someone else to do it.
On the other hand, if you have to wash a fleece, this is a pretty perfect day to do it. Next time, though, I'm just going to sit outside with my spinning wheel and a nice glass of iced tea.
--Kimberly