Stinky Llama and Sneaky Cats

If anyone ever wondered which was stinkier, raw angora goat fur or raw llama fur, I can now inform you firsthand that llama is indeed stinkier. I have another 5 loads to go. This may have to wait awhile. My house smells like the State Fair of Texas.

In less aromatic news, I made a delightful little bit of yarn today from green baby alpaca and white angora rabbit, which smells like nothing. It reminds me of evergreens covered in a thin layer of frost.

Also, my preschool aged son asked me what our cat’s whole name was. His name, I said, is King Theodan of Rohan, and we call him Theo. I told him all cats have 3 names, and that third name was known only to the cat. So my son, with all the innocence of youth, told me quite bald-faced that Theo had once come into his room and talked to him, and told him his secret name. He wouldn’t tell it to me though.



I have a new obsession: spinning my own yarn. As unlikely as this seems, I have found it to be a slow but incredibly meditative, calming process. The raw material is hypnotic. I especially have enjoyed meeting the animals from whom the fiber came. Of less enjoyment was washing 4 ounces of raw mohair. While I appreciated the opportunity it take the wool from its natural state, straight from the goat, all the way to a finished product, I shall henceforth be buying batts. I boiled that wool for 20 minutes at 170 degrees, per Mea’s instructions. She said it would be a messy process. I just didn’t realize how bad it would be to have the house filled with the scent of boiling goat musk. Still, it was lovely when it was finished.

Mea’s farm is wonderful, and her material is both cheap and top notch. Her farm can be found here:
Stony Woods Farm