"Oh," Lindsay said, "I see you've dragged out your pet sheep again." Yes. Yes I have. But look at her!
Notice anything different? In the upper left corner of this shot, you can tell: Some of her is missing. By which you can tell I am making progress in processing and spinning the wee beastie. That missing area amounts to just about 1 full bobbin of worsted-spun laceweight singles. I'm shooting for 5-ply, so there's a whole lotta spinning still to do. And, by the looks of it, a whole lotta washing, too.
Here's what I do: Pull off individual locks from the fleece. I take about 40 locks, and keeping them intact, place them in these little mesh zipper bags. These are actually packing cubes that I bought for a trip abroad once. Each holds just the right number of locks for me to scour, comb and spin at a sitting. It takes me about an hour and a half to do a bag, and 8 bags = 1 bobbin.
Here's what the locks look like after washing, but before combing:
So now if you are wondering what ever happend to my big fat plan for spinning a whole fleece, you have the answer. I'm eating an iceberg, one snow cone at at time.
Next time: Singles!