On Saturday, the family and I drove down to Maple Valley to go to the Fall Fiber Sale at The Pines Farm, a Romney sheep and Angora Goat farm. I meant to get pictures. Didn’t. I spent all of my time in the fleece room, trying to decide between, well, all of them, really. I came home with three lamb fleeces, about 19 pounds of raw wool.

Plus a carded batt.

Yesterday, I washed a wee bit of it to play with before heading off to church and a big family dinner. This is what resulted.

For some reason, the raw fleece smell is pleasant on a farm, and a bit shocking in my house. We’re fixing that.

It’s going to take awhile.