DROWNING IN WOOL

Quite often, at our Knit'n'Cafe afternoons, men (alone or in pairs or groups)wander in to the restaurant, and we always, half-joking, invite them to join us. Last Friday was no different, and when Esther said to a well-dressed middle-aged man who walked by us, "Didn't you bring your knitting?", the fellow responded with, "Well, no, I didn't, but I could certainly supply you with all your wool!"

We all gasped and said (simultaneously, I'm sure)"WHAT?" and his reply was, "I own a large sheep farm, and when we shear, we end up THROWING OUT the fleece because we found NOBODY WANTS IT. I'm shearing FORTY-FOUR sheep tomorrow."

Well, it took about 4 seconds to convince him NOT to throw out those fleeces, that we were quite sure we could, well, you know, find a use for them...

So I drove out to said sheep farm today to collect our wool.

This is my van...


This is my van on wool ...


And tomorrow I have to go back and pick up ANOTHER 15 bags -- and the stuff is Corriedale and Suffolk. Not too shabby, huh?

Got yarn?

I got ... black wool ...

And I got ... white wool ...

And I even got some gorgeous silvery wool ...


What's a knitter to DO?

I sent an email message out to my Guild membership list, and we'll see what happens... but I DID say I wanted to learn to spin this year, didn't I?