And now, the bad news…
My gorgeous new moorit fleece? I wrecked more than half of it while washing it… inadvertently felting into a horrible mess. Managed to save some but not nearly enough to make it bearable. Sigh. I am suitably chastened and fear I’ve lost my beginner’s luck. Right now, out loud in front of everyone, I am taking a vow:
I will not, will not attempt to wash a fleece on any day in which my full attention is not available (like yesterday, when I was fighting off a cold). Especially not if it’s the prettiest fleece ever. At least I have my Buddha of the Fleeces photo to remember it by…