If you’re sick of hearing about the sheep’s wool…. imagine how we’re feeling! We’ve come a long way, baby, from the stinking fleece on the back lawn Monday night. I realized at approximately 11:32 p.m. on fleece washing night that I had a book titled Back to Basics from the library with a detailed explanation and colored photos of the sheep-to-sweater process. Whew. So, the top picture is the semi-washed wool that only semi-stinks, but some of it is semi-ruined because either I agitated it too much or the water temperature changed too much during it’s 17 baths. So it felted its way out of getting cleaned any further. And I’m kind of glad… less IS more. Another discovery was the hole in the bottom of the red tub. Good grief, you should have seen the puddle on the kitchen floor.
This is not a new pet or a fur trim for a Bag for Zaza. It’s a strip of curly wool that got felted into a row that is a semi-smelly neck wrap or a fantastic dog toy. Trixie LOVES it.
This is my TA-DA picture. The puffs of wool in the Walmart bag have been separated individually so the debris has fallen out. The fluffs on the counter still contain vegetable matter and require separating over the kitchen sink until junk-free. When you separate the fibers the ball of wool doubles in size… at least doubles! The farm smell is still lingering in there just under the surface of the clean soapy smell. I’m hoping that Friday’s dying in boiling water will cure the end of the stink. Can’t you hardly wait to see the results????? Me either. Christy, I wish you were here to help me….. sigh.
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