First Fleece
July 1, 2008I had a wonderful time at the Black Sheep Gathering this year. I took two workshops, traded in my old wheel for a new Majacraft Suzie Alpaca (more about that later), learned so much from listening to Judith MacKenzie McCuin judge the fiber arts show, and bought my first fleece! It was unexpected, unplanned. Sunday afternoon, I walked over the the near empty Wheeler Pavilion to look at the wool show before it closed. And then I saw this beautiful Romney lamb fleece from Fishwhistle Farm, a local farm just outside of Eugene, and was smitten. I just couldn’t walk away.
My photographic skills don’t do this fleece justice. It is black, charcoal, silver, and red in different places. The locks seem silky and have more crimp than is usual for a Romney. I brought it home and dumped it out of its plastic bag onto a clean sheet to “sort” it, as I’d been instructed to do by the helpful volunteer who sold it to me. I had no idea what I was looking at. It all looked pretty clean to me, so it must have been well-skirted. (Later I found out that Fishwhistle Farm coats their sheep, so that is why it’s such a clean fleece.) I didn’t throw anything away. I just divided it up into clumps that would fit into paper bags, and then taped the bags shut and put them in big plastic bins. I have read so many conflicting opinions on fleece storage, but I knew I didn’t want to keep it in the plastic bag — I wanted it to breathe — and I knew I had to protect it against dreaded wool-devouring creatures. This arrangement was temporary, just until I could wash it and figure out a more permanent storage solution. If any readers out there have any great suggestions, please comment!
I kicked into high gear studying all my books and the internet for advice on scouring raw fleece and processing it. Ravelry’s Fiber Prep group has been especially helpful, as well as Spinning Spider Jenny’s blog. I finally came up with a version that I decided to test out on a small amount of fleece. I thought I’d share my process, in case it’s interesting or helpful to anyone else who wonders what to do with their first fleece.
This is what I used to scour the fleece in the kitchen sink:
- A big stainless steel pot (only used for fibery pursuits)
- A tea kettle
- A wooden spoon
- Ruber gloves
- A mesh bag
- Dishsoap with grease-cutter
- Distilled white vinegar
I filled the pot with hot water out of the tap and topped it off with water from the kettle that was just below boiling. Then I added the liquid dish soap and swirled it around with the spoon, being careful not to make suds. I lowered the fleece in the mesh bag (probably about 1/2 pound, but I didn’t weight it) into the water and pushed it down with the spoon. Then the lid went on to maintain heat, and I let the fleece soak for about 15 minutes. After that I lifted it out, wearing heavy rubber gloves, supporting it from below, and squeezed out the dirty, soapy water. The mesh bag kept it all together, which made it easy. Then I dumped the dirty water outside and started again.
The important things are to use hot water, which melts the grease, and to not let the water cool down, which prevents the grease from redepositing on the wool. And avoid felting by keeping the water temperature constant with each bath (or at least avoid drastic changes in water temperature), and don’t agitate the wool.
I did two washes, and then rinsed. To rinse, I filled the pot with hot tap water, and this time didn’t add any kettle water. I added a few glugs of vinegar to the first rinse, which provides a wool-friendly acidic environment and helps cut the soap. Leaving soap in wool can damage it. I rinsed three times, until the water stayed clear, soaking for about 5 minutes in each rinse bath. Then I squeezed out the water and rolled the mesh bag up in a towel to squeeze out even more.
For drying the wool, I rigged up a sweater drying rack outside with some fine netting (I think it’s tulle fabric) and clothespins.
The mesh of the drying rack and the tulle fabric allow the fleece to dry quickly with plenty of air circulation, and the tulle also keeps the fleece from blowing away. The locks feel and smell really clean.
The whole process became very meditative. There is a lot of down time in between changing bath water, which was conducive to spinning and writing this blog post. I could see how washing and processing a fleece would be a really fun, relaxing summertime activity, especially if a group of women got together to card or comb wool, spin, and gossip during the process, as they must have done for aeons. I can almost feel in my bones the rhythm of this work, as if remembering something I was not even aware I knew. For me, the summer spent washing and processing this fleece in small batches is even sweeter when I think of the long autumn hours of spinning, and then the dark winter nights knitting it into something wonderful, a garment that stores the memories of what I thought about and learned during the process.






























