A couple weeks ago I headed for the Black Cat Farmstead to do a little shopping.
I wanted some needle felting needles but I knew I wouldn't leave without some yarn or roving (carded wool, ready to be spun).
As soon as my car pulled in, a few friends began making their way to the fence to say hello.
Andrea's shop is in an old house. I was so excited and eager to get inside, I didn't take a photo of the outside. Think old white clapboard, crumbly brick chimney, peeling paint, standard Wisconsin 1800s farmhouse.
She had sold all her felting needles at a wool fair the day before. Boo hoo.
The wool is all hand spun and hand-dyed by Andrea and the colors are so ... so... so...
What do you think I chose?
Couldn't you just eat it up?
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