Do you want a haircut with that?

This is the story of the first of three fleeces I recently purchased. We made our yearly day trip to the Fiber Fair at Greencastle, Indiana April 13th. I had a wonderful day and spent many hours looking at the booths. I found that due to my overly saturated spinning stash, I really had no interest in the wide variety of dyed fibers, or alpaca fleeces. The fresh wool fleeces however, still drew my creative interest. I just can not avoid them! In no time at all, my hands where soft with fresh lanolin, and smelling of sheep. I am laughable in my pursuit of what I want to work up into yarn, rapidly covering every vendor there to do a quick scan of every available raw fleece. I soon realize I am going to have to tell my hubby that I will be buying three instead of the 'one' I had solemnly suggested would be my day's purchases. And I did buy three, one because I love the fleece type and have purchased from that vendor every year, and one just because I had never heard of the sheep breed. They are later stories. For now, this is the story of the third fleece, a shetland of the deepest black that I have seen outside of the Black Welsh Mountain sheep breed. It had to come home with me. It weighed 2.3 pounds and was costly as raw fleece goes, at $10/pound. However, as I worked with it, I can say I probably only picked out a dozen pieces of straw, it was an amazingly clean fleece and worth the price.

Here's a picture of the fleece, straight off of the sheep:

And a picture of a few of the locks. Look at the lovely length and crimp.

But did you also see the brown tips? I found this a bit confusing, if the fleece was so clean, it must have been a coated sheep, yet the brown tips seem to indicate to me that the sheep was in the sun, causing that sunburning of the tips. The tips were certainly dry and coarse as if affected by the sun.

Now here's a bit of advice you will not hear from many fiberholics. Do not _ever_ tempt the fibers fates by saying you will _never_ do something. The trickster coyote of whatever existing fiber deities heard me when I said I would never bother with the time consuming task of cutting tips off of every lock. Ahh but I had spun fleece with these dead tips in place before. Yes it gives an interesting tweedy look to the yarn, yes it makes the yarn uniquely handspun, but, there was this fleece that I purchased specifically for the hope of a very black lace weight yarn. Why would I want those tips there? I could hear the trickster coyote baying his laugh, as I sat for two lovely spring mornings, CUTTING OFF EVERY TIP I COULD FIND!

Actually it was delightful work, and one of the main reasons I wrote the previous post about the enviable chance to enjoy several wonderful spring days at my country place. And the final results really did make a big difference.

I spent three days washing the fleece, a third at a time, a process I also enjoy. The fleece fluffed up into lovely black puffs with occasional gray strands, but no dead brown in sight.

The next part of my processing is to decide what needs to be done to spin the yarn I want. I could take a washed lock, and draft straight from that, but an experimental try at that showed that with regular frequency, a tiny bump, a nub of fiber would draft out too. And spinning fine lace weight would really show those nubs. Carding would only incorporate them into the batt, so that left no choice but to comb the fiber creating top. I have very large combs good for the coarser fibers, but this shetland is so fine, I decided to use my smaller hand combs.

At the top of this next photo is a lock of the washed fiber, and below that is the fiber loaded onto the combs.

The next photo shows the fiber combed and partially pulled from the comb. Above the combs is a long drafted piece of top, ready to spin.

Finally in this last photo, a two ply sample of the yarn, spun on a drop spindle. The yarn came off slightly under plied, but balanced.

I do not intend to spin the yarn on a drop spindle, I only used that for a sampling. The rest of the fleece will be spun on my Ashford wheel with the lace flyer. The yarn may even end of thinner, as I am a better spinner on the wheel, than the drop spindle.

Finally, a photo of the waste from the combs. You can see the short cut areas in the fleece, which was causing the nubs.

I am saving all of this waste, because when one combs a fleece there is a very large percentage of waste. I am not sure whether I will spin this alone for a nubby yarn or blend it with something else, or just use it for stuffing. Time to play and experiment will make that decision.

Turning this shetland wool from raw fleece into lace yarn will be a long and slow process. Of course I could have just purchased something dyed and ready to spin. All of you reading this already know that is not why I am doing this. When I finally hold the black lace shawl I see in my mind made from this fleece, I will remember each and every fun part of the process. It is the process that gives me the pleasure, and just adds to the pleasure of the shawl around my shoulders.

CW

Envy Me

I must admit, I tend to be a bit of a curmudgeon about people gushing that I am lucky to live in the country. It's not a fair assumption, but they just seem so clueless about what life is all about, so far from the city. I want to tell them to come and clean the barn or weed my garden, but instead I smile, nod, and say I enjoy it.

Today however, I will allow all the gushing you want. I have been enjoying two picture perfect country life days, and will be the first to admit that it is enviable.

First off, the weather has been that perfection that only comes in spring and fall, here in the Midwest. Perfect cloudless skies, perfect temp, slight breeze, warm sun, spring popping up all over. It's the type of weather that lets you smile while working, or daydreaming in the sun. The colors are straight out of the Crayola box, sky blue and grass green. Maybe it's that specific angle of the sun this time of the year, that gives us those perfect colors. More likely it's the fact that there's no humidity to cloud the sky and change the colors.

Birdsong, all day long. Full of variety, full of life. Bees buzz by too busy to be a stinging threat. And yes, at one magical moment, the apple blossoms floated off the tree and on the breeze.

It's like being in a movie.

I may be gracious about allowing you your envy, because I was able to stop and enjoy the magical moments. Oh, sure I had mowing to do, but I also had several hours of enjoyment as I worked on skirting and sorting fleeces. I sat in the sun, violets blooming beside my chair. The air smelled wonderfully sheepy, as I sorted. My hands were full of lanolin. My mind was occupied with the amazing yarns that these fleeces will create. It will always be one of my more favorite tasks in this fiber craft.

And like a true restful retreat, I had a few days off and time to just soak up those sunny rays. Time off from my job, time off from the endless upkeep of the summer in the country, time off from the cold and rain of winter. Combine that with the joy of the fiber, and yes, I live an enviable life.

CW

Hizzah! She knits again

That rumor you heard, that I hadn't picked up knitting needles for months...well, yep it was true. And if there has been no knitting, or spinning going on here, well then there was no blogging.

I hope that is to be changed now. I have actually picked up my needles again, and knitted. Someday that means there will be a photo of a finished product. Here's the fun part. I have started up on a mystery shawl that I stopped working on at least a year ago. The original mystery part of it was that the clues would come out periodically to be knitted as they arrived. That didn't happen, and I have all the clues in a folder, so now the mystery was, could I figure out where I quit knitting! It's lace work and I have a photocopy of the chart on a metal board, with the magnet under the line I am knitting. Can you believe, after a year of sitting in a knitting bag, that that magnet never moved? Well, I am deciding to believe it! And picked up the pattern from that point. Since the knitting is all squished onto a circular needle, and since I am very lazy about taking knitting off needles and onto a yarn line to look at it, I may end up with a funky part of the pattern in the shawl. So be it. I am knitting it for my knitting pleasure not for close up inspections.

Besides, I may have the luck to be picking up right where I left off.

So now that the knitting is back in my blood, what's on the agenda? I have a pair of socks to finish, a sweater almost done, and this shawl. Dare I set a deadline for them? I'm way past the deadline of being able to use them this winter (laugh), so I guess next fall is the option.

That's why I love this hobby. Nothing ever 'spoils' if you are slow in working with it. Ok Ok, yes the moths could munch on it, but generally, you put a knitting needle and yarn down, you could pick it up again years later. And maybe even know where you left off.

CW