changed my mind

I couldn’t bring myself to send the fleece to the mill.  I looked at it for a week and went over a couple of times to check it out.  The longer I waited the harder it was.  Sending the wool to the mill would give me about 25 pounds of yarn, all the colors blended together and the same weight.   I had agreed to send fleeces out to Texas, and although they were great sports about turning it into yarn, but I felt really bad about it.

The fleeces were not in the best shape this year because of the rain, so at first I thought that milling it into yarn was the way to go.  But the more I thought about it,  damaged fleeces are better to be done by hand.   Since this will be the last bit of fleece I will get from my sheep, I really do want to do it up.    So half goes out west and half will stay here.

I like the idea of being able to make yarn out of the individual fleeces is appealing.  I started with Wu’s fleece today and washed it in the bath tub.  It is drying on a screen downstairs and I am really pleased with how it came out.  Much better then I thought.

I divided each fleece in half, so Texas will get a bit of everyone that was shorn, except for Jason.  His fleece will be for Shelby at Green Top farm, the new home for the flock.   That should keep us all busy for a while.