It seems like every 2 to 2.5 years I have to remind myself why I don’t process spinning fibre from raw fleece anymore.  I gave this up in the summer of 2020 when I did some rough mental math and realized it was taking multiple chiropractor appointments to undo the damage I was doing to myself.

I thought I’d share my reasons that I can very easily justify paying someone else to prep my fibre these days.

In the middle of September, I found myself in possession of a new vintage or antique spinning wheel needing some rehab, an antique skein winder and Shetland fleece.  The fleece is potentially as old as me. Continue reading Never Again, at least until next time →