Kate Woolwinding on Working with Wool…

Today’s WOVEMBER posts are all personal accounts from far and wide, from people who work with wool. This morning, we shall revisit the Welsh mountains where Kate Woolwinding lives, to learn about how some local Black Welsh Mountain sheep are inspiring her own work with wool…

October 27, 2012

I love working with fleece. It’s partly the sheer enjoyment of taking something which is walking around in a field up the hill and turning its wool into a something I enjoy wearing. I suppose it’s control of the means of production, or maybe it’s an eco thing – total wool miles? About three.

But that doesn’t explain the stash, if you can call it that. At least the insulation it provides should mean I spend less on heating this winter. I don’t know how it happens, honestly; it’s nothing to do with me. It’s like homing pigeons, except I have homing fleece. I’m sticking to this explanation, by the way, in defiance of the evidence. Evidence like a couple of weeks ago, when a friend (or perhaps that should be ‘enabler’) took me along to a local farm. A local farm with a prize-winning flock of Black Welsh Mountain sheep.

(Ignore whatever the cattle are getting up to in the background. That’s cattle for you.)

We went with the express purpose of buying fleeces. No beating around the bush, no protestations that we were ‘just going for a look’. Oh no, we were in the market for woolliness, and we’d got orders from other addicts, too. So we spent time in the sheds looking over the shearling fleeces, getting over-excited and stuffing eight of them into bin liners (they’re not all for me, really). Then we went to look at the sheep living up to their name, being undoubtedly black, Welsh and living in the mountains. It’s so good to see something which is so perfectly in its place.

And they’re attractive sheep anyway, with their deep colouring and longish bare legs. I think it must be the deep blackness of their legs – they’re definitely wearing high-density opaque tights – that makes them look chic even when they’re sliding down a slope and sneaking into the barn in search of something to eat (that would be Paxo, so named because he stuffs himself and once ate the stock book). And this particular flock are so dark in colour.

I’ve seen Black Welsh fleeces that have been almost charcoal grey, I’ve seen some that have been Worcester Sauce brown, but I’ve not come across any that are this deep a black. I’m just learning about fleeces for spinning, but my companion has much more experience, and she tempted me there with this promise (plus I’m a sucker for a coloured fleece). She was right.

Now I need another one. No, I do, because I know what I want to make. Black Welsh Mountains don’t have the softest fleeces in the world, even the shearlings, and you wouldn’t want them next to your skin. But they will make a wonderful outer garment, and I have just the right pattern in mind. It’s a large cardigan / coat / thing, in garter stitch (so I might lose the will to live), by Sally Melville, and I saw it last year on a stand at Wonderwool Wales. It’s called the Einstein coat, but let’s ignore that. All I have to do is:

• acquire another fleece,
• sort that fleece,
• wash both fleeces,
• dry both fleeces (no easy task in October),
• card both fleeces (thank heavens for a drum carder),
• spin both fleeces, making sure I’m spinning to get roughly the right weight,
• ply everything I’ve spun,
• wash the finished skeins, and
• knit them up.

And I got my other fleece, so step 1 is accomplished.

Things fell apart slightly with step 2.

It’s October. It’s cold but it’s sunny, so I seized on the idea of sorting the fleece – so far, so good, and so theoretical. It’s windy, so I weighed down a tarp with rocks. Spread fleece out on tarp…

Fleece blows away. Weigh fleece down with rocks. Which way up is sheep? Poo prevalence no guide – fleece pooey in all directions. Remove edge. This involves lifting rocks. Fleece blows away again. Retrieve fleece from hedge. Weigh fleece down with more rocks. Remove some fleece from middle, most of freed fleece blows away again. Retrieve bits of fleece from hedge, return to find Next Door’s Cat enshrined in fleece, toying with it lightly. Attempt to remove cat from fleece. Cat objects. Get water spray. Water spray cat, fleece and self (owing to wind). Cat runs off, fleece blows away, again. Retrieve fleece from hedge, fence, shrubs, bottom garden. Replace fleece in bag, bit awkward owing to wind. Return fleece to shed. Find gin.

I could just order tops online. I could… but it wouldn’t be the same.

All content featured here was originally published on Kate’s blog, and is © Kate Woolwinding, and republished here with her kind permission

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3 thoughts on “Kate Woolwinding on Working with Wool…

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  2. Did you get your second fleece? and do please let me know how it spun. I have just been given 4 black welsh mountain fleeces and been offered 2 white welsh – the Einstein looks perfect for the fibre but I’d love to know from someone with prior experience

  3. Pingback: Working with Wool: The WOVEMBER WAL | Wovember

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