There is no demand for the wool from our Ripollesa sheep. Each year we have sheared the sheep and then thrown out the wool. Local farmers burn it.
That is, until this year.
This year my friend Jordi asked for our wool. He wanted to try making felt. So we gave him a couple of bags of not-very-clean fleece, full of bits of straw and worse.
And look what he made:
My new felt bonnet is like an oven inside - with a hat like this you would be a very comfortable mediaeval peasant, or possibly a cosy Almogàver.
Yes, I know. It's not the latest in headgear fashions. But by goodness it works.
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| Shear madness |
That is, until this year.
This year my friend Jordi asked for our wool. He wanted to try making felt. So we gave him a couple of bags of not-very-clean fleece, full of bits of straw and worse.
And look what he made:
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| Mediaeval Selfie |
My new felt bonnet is like an oven inside - with a hat like this you would be a very comfortable mediaeval peasant, or possibly a cosy Almogàver.
Yes, I know. It's not the latest in headgear fashions. But by goodness it works.
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