Much to The Mister's dismay my last attempt at washing a fleece resulted in this big dead patch of ground in the front yard. Don't ask me why I thought is was a good idea to drain a giant pot of filthy, near boiling water right outside the front door. Nothing will grow there. If you have some weeds to kill this might be something to try.
Realizing that cooking a giant pot of wool soup was not the best way to accomplish the task of scouring a fleece, I went searching for help. First I learned that I really need to start with the dirty fleece. I need to lay it all out and look at it. Really look at it and find these:
Then I need to separate them from the rest of the matted old stuff and lay them out in a mesh bag.
Now I can soak the hell out of them in my old crab pot. I live in Maryland where everyone has a giant crab pot along with a giant container of Old Bay whether we actually cook crabs or not.
The best part of it all is that instead of dealing with the enormous pot of fuzzy spaghetti I had been trying to drain, I can now just slide the whole bag into the sink. For the sake of keeping the locks intact, I had wanted to try to keep the stuff flat but the instant I picked up one side of the bag they all rolled together.
It didn't seem to be a problem. At the moment the whole mess is drying in the sun. I forgot to take a picture of it so you will have to take my word for the fact that I have a lovely mound of creamy white fiber almost ready for combing.