Monday, June 7, 2010
Taking advantage of being all alone on a semi-sunny Saturday morning, I dug all my unwashed fleece out of the shed. I only have a smallish bag of Jacob and a giant bag of Gulf Coast left with a few very small bags of dark Romney. I felt a small wave of panic as I really thought I had more.
Then I remembered the 9 pounds of Cormo tucked away in the living room.
I decided to tackle a small bit of the precious Cormo first so I pulled a few layers apart and loosely stuffed it into 3 net bags. I stuffed it into my former crab pot for a good soak on the stove in soapy hot water.
After one washing it still looks pretty yucky, but I think most of that dirt is going to fall out after a good combing. At least I hope so.
Who would think that spending a Saturday picking poo out of wool would be the best day ever?