Fleece, Finally

Two weekends ago, I went with Jessica to a fleece sale on Whidbey Island. She, being a far more conscientious blogger than I, has already written about it, but here, finally, is my version.

The sale was held in a tiny house, which was overflowing with fiber and those who love it. I was afraid to move to fast, for fear of knocking an entire sheep over. (Those of you who know me in person can attest to the fact that I'm pretty justified in this.)

I didn't get too many shots of the sale itself, and I've decided to spare you my study of The Back of Someone's Head.

A mountain of fluff

The blanket that sold me on the angora

My utter lack of will power in the face of all this is the subject of another post, so let us now leave the tiny Room of Fluff and slosh through the rain to the Barn of Cuteness:


The poor sheepies are cold because I have purchased all of their wool

D'awww

More awww


The cute, it burns!