My mother just informed me that she scored a stash of alpaca. My mother. The queen of almost-but-not-quite.
She managed to get dibs on the freshly-shorn alpaca fleece of two lovely animals for free. Which is gorgeous. But I have never spun yarn. Let alone carded fleece. Let alone cleaned raw alpaca fiber. I am now desperately seeking a cheap drop spindle.
I am excited, and yet anxious. How exactly do I get my beloved Daddy-B to think that several large bags of uncleaned animal hair is a great thing to have in our house?