Yesterday Bonnie and I attacked the dirtiest of the fleeces and attempted to wash them. I’d read two articles on washing wool recommended by the folks on the spindlers list and sent the links to Bonnie as well. You can see how innocent the fleece looks when you first put it into the water but it rapidly turns the water the color of mud. By the time I had to go we’d done three soakings turning the water very nearly as dark each time! I thought my boys were good at getting dirty but these lambs have them beat hands down.

There was also some show and tell of these little critters Julian brought home from Japan. Bonnie had given me a CiBoy for Daniel and he absolutely flipped over it.