Recently a neighbor donated a vast quantity of processed roving to our guild. She has raised a variety of fiber animals including Cormo, Romeldale and a couple of alpaca, but chronic carpal tunnel syndrome has prohibited spinning and knitting. She and I serve on one of our association committees, and at the last meeting, Nancy brought so many bags of fiber that she filled poor Eleanor up to the gunwales. I opened a couple of the bags and was simply overwhelmed.
I called Amy and told her the situation and prevailed on her to come out so we could go through all of this together. We went through all five bags, evaluated and weighed everything. Her librarian skills went to work recording fibers, weights and processing. I weighed, she wrote.
As you can see, she has a very capable assistant. I don't know what we would have done without him. He inspected most of the bags and appeared to give his approval. Our guild meeting is next week and we'll try to establish a time for the sale that will be good for our members and our guild. This is especially important to me since it's all at my house right now. It's a heap o' fiber.
Staying the Course
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