No sane person would do this, right? The other day, I found myself covered in manure, fuzz, lanolin and bits of hay. I'm draining our already strained bank account and I'm probably going to end up with a pair of itchy mittens that one of my kids will loose on the school playground the first day it snows. And then I find that the lamb fleece I'm washing is not long enough to be spun. Chalk it up to a learning experience. I now know how to wash fleece.
|Carl Larsson - Little Girl at Spinning Wheel|
I eat steak. It doesn't mean I would like to go out and shoot myself a cow, skin it, gut it, butcher it. It's bad enough that when I want a pair of boot socks I grab a $20 skein of yarn and spend a week (or two) knitting a pair. I can't count anymore the number of friends that wonder why I don't just run to the store and pick up a pack of socks for $10.
Why do we make cookies and cakes from scratch when we can buy a box and 'just add water'?
I have a bee in my bonnet to sheer the sheep and ride the fiber train all the way through to a finished product. Actually, I'll just watch the sheering. I'd like to think my great Icelandic amma is smiling down on me when she's probably laughing at me instead.