I have a bag of wool. Yes. A real, honest-to-betsey bag of wool. A gal from my hubby's work heard that I knit. And so did what makes perfect sense . . . she sheared her little lambs and now I have a hefty bag of dirty, stinking, manure covered, straw filled bag of wonder and magic.
Well. I suppose the obvious thing to do would be to clean it as soon as possible. But how, pray tell, does one wash a bag of fleece? It's so. . . . so. . . unclean.
To the internet . . .
. . . stay tuned. . .
ps. my camera is broken. BROKEN. I'm lost in a world with no pictures to post.