I have an affinity for naturally colored wool and fiber. While adding color and the dyeing process is very enjoyable, the natural colors have a beauty all their own. If I wanted to analyze this, I can probably trace this back to the fact that my first fleece was a Jacob. On a recent rabbit excursion, some wool (sans sheep) managed to jump in the Suburban and come home with me! One woman willing to travel, one woman with a generous spirit and enough cargo space to accommodate has started my Private Reserve.
That ostentatious title is how I'm tricking my brain into being okay with not giving it all away. So, shhh, so far it's working. Aside from the color, there's a nice new range of breeds I haven't spun before. This will in turn help me decide which direction to go with animals....should I choose to accept the mission (hmmmm...what do you think?)
Back to the wool that followed me home. 100% fun.
I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure this is from a sheep named Jill. This was an introduction to spinning in the grease.
It's a family tradition to have issues with chocolate....so I'll blame it on genetics. He's next on the play list...I think.
I'm biased, I'll admit it. It's a first love thing.
I spent almost 2 weeks basking in the heathery pleasure of this wool. My free time was dedicated to it.
Carded (there was a wool explosion in the kitchen while I accomplished this) and turned into roving.
All spun up! This just tickles me. There's the color for one, but it's bulky weight. I spun fat yarn that isn't going to take a lifetime to work up into a sweater. It came out pure sproing and squoosh.