Above are photos of the two Navajo-Churro fleeces that I accidentally acquired at the beginning of last month. (I say “accidentally,” because 1: I was not expecting to get them, and 2: I still have the Columbia fleece from last year, so I really shouldn’t have agreed to them.)
There is a funny story behind this acquisition: We used to live in Boise, Idaho, and my older sister and I did Irish step dancing. There were two little girls and their mother who did it with us, and when we moved away, we sort of lost touch with them. We still see them every year at a convention we go to, but we don’t really spend a lot of time with them for some reason. This past June at the convention, we saw them like we do every year. The theme of the convention this time was The Princess Bride, and over the college campus it’s held at, they had props and little fun Princess-Bride themed things.
My mother and I were walking from one building to the next, and we saw a ROUS (Rodent Of Unusual Size for those of you who haven’t seen Princess Bride) (if you haven’t seen that, shame on you, go do that right now) prop, which was made with a pink felt tail and a bit of brown-colored fleece.
“Hey, isn’t that wool?” my mom asked me, pointing at the prop.
It made me incredibly happy to know that I’d indoctrinated my mom enough for her to pick out a fleece like that. “Yeah, it looks like Navajo-Churro wool.”
We walked on. Later that day, the mother that we took dance with came up to me and said, “How did you know that it was Navajo-Churro?!?!”
At first I didn’t really understand what she was talking about. “You mean they’re really Navajo-Churro fleeces?!” I had made a guess, and I was surprised that it turned out to be right.
Her face lit up in what I could distinctly recognize as an I’m-going-to-geek-out-about-wool-now expression, and I’m pretty sure that my face mirrored hers. “Yes! They asked us to make a few props for the conference, and I thought, ‘Why not use these extra fleeces up?’ And I was talking to your mom about them, and she said that you said that they were Navajo-Churros, and I was like, ‘I didn’t tell anyone what kind they were, how did he know?’ and she said, ‘Oh, he just knows things like that about wool.’ I have two lamb fleeces in the car, do you want them?!?!”
It turns out that they have a good-sized flock of Churros that they got from a lady that I took a natural dyeing class from last autumn who lives down the road from them. It is funny how things work out.
Of course I said yes to the fleeces, so now I have two natural-colored lamb fleeces: a black one from Bear, and a reddish-brown one from Moose. Because they were from lambs, they are both rather soft.
I’ve only spun up a tiny little skein so far, but I’m having a marvelous time planning up the spinning. I’m going to blend some of it with my Columbia to make the Churro have a little more body, and to make a grey color. It may sound strange, but I have been so excited about it that whenever I think of blending it for color, my heart starts racing and I get this dorky grin on my face. I know, I know, I’m really strange, and I should probably delete that sentence, but 1: I’m too lazy to, and 2: if I don’t, then I’ll know who’s a genuine friend, and who just puts up with me.
I was planning on putting the word little on the title of this post, but I had to delete that because this post is decidedly not little at all. Sometimes it happens like that.