I have quite of bit of sticky wool that I have washed countless times and still have not gotten out all the lanolin. At first it seems quaint, that lovely fresh-from-the-farm smell, faint but still hanging around. You pick, you card, you re-card, and take it to the wheel to spin, and it's still downright gummy. I think it would work well at this point for flannel graphs in a preschooler's Sunday School lesson.
I worked hard to complete this batch, dyed last year and looking super attractive until I touched it. I truly hope it comes out soft and clean when I wash the plied yarn (again!) next week. To knit something with this could be dangerous. Picture a cool looking scarf that swings when I wrap it around my neck, and grabs the sunglasses off unsuspecting bystanders! I will have to be selective with my project if this stuff doesn't come clean.....
We had a little adventure this week, and not the kind I'm a fan of. On Thursday my dad collapsed from an abdominal aortic aneurysm. That's the second dad in our family to have one of these AAA events in the last six months. Cancel my subscription! Wow. Talk about life hitting you in the gut. I love my dad dearly, and I'm well aware that he's a bit past middle age, but this kind of thing is no fun at all. My dear mom called me, clearly trying to keep it together long enough to give me the information she herself was having a hard time processing. The whole scenario is the stuff that nightmares are made of. People don't need this kind of stress in their lives, and I feel sorry for ER nurses and doctors.
Mom said the hospital had to get a courier to bring a stent from a nearby city, but he took forever getting to the hospital because of rush hour traffic. Five units of blood and almost ten hours later the leaking/rupturing artery was repaired and dad was in the clear. The chances of his survival was about one in ten. I believe in prayer, period. THAT's what saved him.
