I worked for some time trying to figure out a palindrome for A Woman, a Desperate Mess, an Impasse, but could fine none. No palindrome, at least. BUT, after spending an entire drizzly morning working in my "wool vault," I finally found a solution! Nearly 200 pounds of llama, finewool, alpaca and ??? fiber in four different colors were boxed up and sent off to Zeillingers for spinning; Wensleydale fleeces were sorted and stashed, cashmere and pygora fleeces were sent off to Fantasy Fibers for dehairing, and I started washing the other angora fleeces.
The farm is settling down into fall, goats sheared, sheep peacefully growing their long locks, sun low in the south, but I am gearing up for the last best event of the year: The WeFF up in Torrance next weekend. Sorting, packing, planning and creating some new yarns, I have been really busy in the house.
Imagine my surprise when Yollie came bursting through the dog door the other evening, soaking wet! Huh? She made one mad dash through the living room (mercifully missing my wheel) then back out the door. We followed her, trying to figure out what was going on. At first we thought she had fallen in the lily pond, but there was no water on the deck. Then she flopped her big self down in a patch of dirt and began rolling and tossing dirt everywhere. Mad, crazy creature!
When she had finally coated herself completely with dirt she gave a gloriously happy sigh, and rolled over. It was then that it dawned on me: she had found the outflow from the washing machine, and had been totally seduced by the buck smell in the water coming off the fleeces I was washing.
I bet the girl goats just loved her.