I just love playing with fleece. Yesterday I started using my new wool shed and sorted a delicious fleece. It belongs to Freda, an old retired Hebridean ewe
. The fleece has faded to greys and fawns, as well as the odd bit of black, but has very little of the hairy top coat left, so is lovely and soft.
Today I'm washing it
- first soak is disgustingly manky, but it will soon be wonderfully clean and I can start prepping it.
Getting to play like that reminds me why I keep my sheep, and why I spin
. I'm not sure what I'll make with the yarn, once it's spun, but it's definitely going to be something for ME
(I love this icon, perhaps because I can't actually jump like that any more
)