I go and say how much I hate March and then we have a day like we had on Tuesday. It was perfect for washing fleece. Perfect.
I decided to tackle Finley one small handful at a time.
He came home from last year's MDSW and I forgot all about him.
I love the first wash. All the yuck falls off and you can see what you have.
Nothing fancy in the washing department. Dawn does it.
I warm up the water to be just a bit too hot for my bare hands and give it three quick soaks changing the water and soap out each time .
After three rinses, Finley turned out to be a nice bright white.
A big handful fits snugly in the spinner so it went for a ride.
It dried in a flash in the bright sun and stiff breeze. Temps were in the 60's. Crazy, I know. Tomorrow we may have snow.
From start to finish the whole washing took less than 15 minutes. I used to drag out tons of equipment and take hours. Never again. Simple is best.
Then there is the sink cleanup. Of course, it gets a good scrubbing and disinfecting before people dishes go back in.
Since it dried so quickly I could spend some time outside teasing it out. That's always my favorite part. With the breeze to my back I didn't have to worry about breathing in any loose fiber and hay bits.
I was very surprised at how much teased fiber I got from that one handful and I was also shocked at how clean and soft this fleece turned out to be. He's going to be something special someday.
Any suggestions for Shetland?