Oh, my poor bathtub
Jun. 20th, 2010 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fallingbooksFirst off: SUCCESS! I finished the sweater in the week smalls of Saturday morning (possibly fueled by some boxed riesling,) and will try to get some pictures and notes up about it later in the week. I gotta wash and block it first. Which reminded me:
I bought a couple bags of unwashed alpaca (gorgeous natural greys and blacks, which are my favorite,) at a show this year and decided that in order to have it ready for the Tour de Fleece, I needed to wash that sucker asap. I have a pound of it, and I have plans to get through it and about a pound of other miscelleaneous pretties while watching Dr. Who avidly.
(I admit, I am not so much into bicycling races as I am into having an excuse to be single-minded about a project for a set period of time. I am on teams Tardis and ITW on Rav. Join us!)
(Incidentally, I now have 'Doctor, doctor, gimme the news' rattling around my head.)
I had no idea the sheer amount of ick that would come out of this stuff. Oh. My. Unspecified Deity. I threw a few ounces in a large mesh laundry bag and started rinsing it out with a little shampoo and I'm quite frankly not sure my tub will ever recover from this. As it stands it's still not perfectly clean, but it's good enough that I should be able work with it without watching the ick build up on my hands in horror.
I think this may cure me of my fleece-lust, at least until a get a bigger place (and a scrub sink) to work on this stuff in.
On the other hand, I now desperately want a drum carder and some silver angelina.
It's always something. ;)
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Edit: Alpaca with his own personal wading pool. Very funny.
I bought a couple bags of unwashed alpaca (gorgeous natural greys and blacks, which are my favorite,) at a show this year and decided that in order to have it ready for the Tour de Fleece, I needed to wash that sucker asap. I have a pound of it, and I have plans to get through it and about a pound of other miscelleaneous pretties while watching Dr. Who avidly.
(I admit, I am not so much into bicycling races as I am into having an excuse to be single-minded about a project for a set period of time. I am on teams Tardis and ITW on Rav. Join us!)
(Incidentally, I now have 'Doctor, doctor, gimme the news' rattling around my head.)
I had no idea the sheer amount of ick that would come out of this stuff. Oh. My. Unspecified Deity. I threw a few ounces in a large mesh laundry bag and started rinsing it out with a little shampoo and I'm quite frankly not sure my tub will ever recover from this. As it stands it's still not perfectly clean, but it's good enough that I should be able work with it without watching the ick build up on my hands in horror.
I think this may cure me of my fleece-lust, at least until a get a bigger place (and a scrub sink) to work on this stuff in.
On the other hand, I now desperately want a drum carder and some silver angelina.
It's always something. ;)
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Edit: Alpaca with his own personal wading pool. Very funny.
