Icelandic Fleece
Okay so spinners are a fickle flock. Yes I used the word fickle. Here's why. When you walk through your home and have to navigate through bags and bundles of fiber quietly reminding yourself " no more untill this is gone " we suddenly forget when faced with more beautiful fleeces. Yes this is what has happened to me again and again untill my house is no longer a home but a refuge for lost fiber.
Honesly I couldn't help myself. Icelandic fleece. Not one but two. Two only after I found myself compulsively reminding myself that these two are all I can do for now and ..... I know where the fiber lady lives. I will have more. I will. I can feel it.
This fiber is lucious. Absolutly beautiful. I can't wait to spin it. It will be a new adventure. I have never had the oppertunity to spin it. Don't worry I will. 10 pounds worth. It's okay. I will make time. Yeah I'll get back to you on how to do that. Just as soon as I figure it out.
Honesly I couldn't help myself. Icelandic fleece. Not one but two. Two only after I found myself compulsively reminding myself that these two are all I can do for now and ..... I know where the fiber lady lives. I will have more. I will. I can feel it.
This fiber is lucious. Absolutly beautiful. I can't wait to spin it. It will be a new adventure. I have never had the oppertunity to spin it. Don't worry I will. 10 pounds worth. It's okay. I will make time. Yeah I'll get back to you on how to do that. Just as soon as I figure it out.
posted by Lisa at 10:53 AM
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