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July 07, 2009


Oh this is just wonderful. My daughter Cindy was crazy with envy at the sound of this. You artists are a breed apart, you will do anything with lanolin in it. I must share this with all people of like dispoistions.
I cannot card wool but I have some meatballs that look just like that!

Your meatballs probably taste a lot better than my wool balls.

PS. I've got tons more fleece to wash and card, so if Cindy wants to come help, she's more than welcome!

I have to say my romanticism for the process has faded. The wool looks more like what I'd expect that Scottish dish Haggis looks like, and if Grace's meatballs look anything like those shanks of wet wool, Grace please at least get some tomato sauce to cover them.

It's a long journey from raw materials to art. You should see how they get red paint.

lAURA IS A GENIUS AND I AM A WORLD CLASS CHEF. It just does not all photograpgh well:)

At least Sally cares about your soul's journey, Laura

Very interesting blog. It is amazing all the uses that we can find for our clothes drying rack. I often dry flowers on mine.

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