What an inviting chair!
Fleece strung on orange snow fencing.
A close up of very dirty fleece.
I managed to get my hands on a lot of raw fleece lately...
...from an area farm that raises sheep for its meat, not its wool.
This fleece is a combination of Dorset, Suffolk and Romney...
...and when clean, the colors of the wool are strikingly different!
Because these animals were not coated, nor was the fleece well-skirted during shearing...
...there's quite an aromatic scent that wafts from my garage whenever the door is opened! :)
(I can just imagine what my neighbors think when they catch a quick peek!)
I've made two quite disparate projects from it so far...
...and I'm hoping to use more of it, soon.
After all, I'm afraid that if I leave it in the garage too long...
...I may find that it's become a home for all manner of living creatures!! Shudder.
