I found this tuft of wool stuck on a bolt on the hay feeder. Such a beautiful lock, I’m sure it came from Constance.
Her wool is so long I almost wish I could shear her now. But I won’t. I’ll wait and shear all the sheep in late April or early May when they’re eating grass. Then the hay won’t be stuck in their wool and it will get easier to skirt.
I pulled the lock with the lovely crimp (a sign of quality wool) from the bolt and sewed it onto one of the hats that Suzy Fatzinger made me years ago.
The wool is at least five inches long and looks like it’s growing from the hat.