See, I discovered Facebook groups. Specifically fiber groups. And sheep groups. And goat groups. And especially the groups for buying and selling raw fleeces. Like drugs to an addict.
I am an addict.
I'm like one of those people who stay up late at night watching the homeshopping channel for jewelry and kitchen gadgets. Except I'm trolling for animal byproducts. It's weird. Truly. Even I recognize that. Nonetheless, the more I see, the more I want.
Somedays I've even forgotten to check my bloglist. I feel guilty and a little bit embarrassed.
I will try to do better.
I will resist the urge to check that latest fleece listing. I will squash that urge to search for 'Wensleydale' or 'Teeswater' or 'Gotland'. Oh, and I'll try to stay away from Craigslist too. Cause on Craigslist, they sell not only the sheep fleeces, but the sheep as well.
Speaking of which, I have a story to tell. About Craigslist and sheep and kindred spirits.
Tomorrow. I'll tell the story tomorrow. Right now, I have to turn. off. the. computer and go feed the actual sheep and goats and ponies and chickens.
In the meantime, meet Sunshine, the sweetest barn cat EVER, watching chickens. Or maybe swallows. It's like homeshopping for cats. :)