Schipperkesue wrote:My wool went to LynnA this year. She is spinning the brown and black for me and I gave her the white wool in exchange. Holy man, I was not sure of the procedure but sh is doing it all by hand and the work involved is huge. I think I got the best of this deal!
Next year I plan to have it shorn and cleaned and spun, then a friend who is an incredible knitter will knit me an Icelandic sweater with those pretty patterns around the neck. Except it won't be a sweater...it will be a dress. I will get her to knit it just a little longer. Nice!
Sounds a great arrangement Sue. That really is a lot of work she is doing (and your friend next year, quite the project, bet it will be lovely) but then again, we spinners get desperate to get our hands into the grease sometimes! It is therapy for some - soothing and methodical multitasking. Been a long time since I've spun fresh fleece, too many other things on the go right now. Just looking at those links Heda, very moorish. I have a soft spot for moorit but the lighter shades - light caramel mmmmmmmmmm.
We went to the Shetland Islands once, 16 yrs ago. Son was one year old. Took an hr from Aberdeen to the main island on the plane. We went in search of one of those famous wedding ring shawls - spun so fine like gossamer sewing thread thickness and knitted into fine lace, pull it through a wedding ring. On Unst, furthermost island we went to the museum there where they had something behind glass. We were recomended to go to such and such's place and were shown the real deal. So lovely, handed down through the family. That was an amazing piece of work and I know they can get finer than what she showed us. See if I can find the photos.
One day I took the boy for a walk in the backpack, he was up at crack of dawn cause mid summer, only three hrs of actual night. We were in the fog and rounded the corner of the single lane road which was sealed, met up with a black shetland sheep - four skinny leggies sticking out of the fluff and short fleece on her head, yellow goatie eyes stared me down with its head tilted to the side. Really felt as though I'd been LOOKED at. too funny. I can imagine they really are characters Sue. Goats are attention hogs huh. Then I met a little black Shetland pony stallion. Thought he was cute until he tried to double barrel kick me in the shins at which point he was no longer cute but a little turd which I'd have gone after with my own teeth but there was the kid in the backpack so not really a go. Stallion be damned, no call to kick a person in the shins for no reason. That was key part of my shetland sheep memory, sorry. Happened in the same half hour so must be told together. See if I can find the pics, put some up. Shetland is a cool place. No trees really, if there is one it is bent over at a 90 degree angle in the direction of the prevailing wind. It does have about 23 different types of native grass though!