I bought a fleece.
I know, I know, I really shouldn’t have. I work and go to school full-time, I have a household to maintain and not to mention my emotional health and well-being to consider. I’m a busy person with lots of good projects.
I really don’t have the time to skirt, wash, prepare, spin, dye, and knit a fleece, but I bought one anyway, and I like it. Well, I think I like it. I haven’t exactly . . . opened the box yet. Once I get home from work, finish my classes, and do some homework, I’ll open the box as my reward. I know it won’t be the most perfect – est fleece that has ever been, but it fit nicely into my college student budget and I’m proud of it nonetheless. It will be dirty, it will be smelly, it will be generally sheepy, but I plan to give it my best. In the end, if I mess it up royally, it was a little fleece that I didn’t pay much for, so I’m not planning on being too upset.
I’m so excited! I can’t wait to take something in the most raw, pure, simple form I can imagine (without raising a sheep myself) and cleaning, washing, preparing, spinning and knitting it, transforming it through only the application of soap, my time, my spindle, and my knitting needles, and making a completed object. Taking the essence of something and making it my own.
Wish me luck, for how long this will take me remains, as ever, TBD.