In our first week in France I took a tour around our campsite, and I bumped into these. Two discarded fleeces calling out my name. "Wash me, wash me. We are getting dirty here!"
She was a little shy without her coat, and kept hiding in to shadow - hence the bad lighting in this photo - but it was also very hot, so she must have been happy kind of naked.
Beautiful white wool that I didn't want to go to waste, so I asked the owners if they had any intention with it. They didn't. The sheerer said it's bad quality. Not fit for spinning. But what about needle felting? It's always worth giving it a try.
So I started washing wool again - on my holiday! Here I am washing by the outside shower.
It was harder to clean than I had imagined. Some parts were coated with straws. I decided to take a shortcut.
So this time I tried wet felting. But as usual that didn't go so well. The wool didn't want to felt. Look at all the holes!
So I enlisted the little ones at the campsite to help me with plucking the wool again!
I had the pleasure to take two bags of soft white wool back to the Netherlands. I am now waiting for cool weather and early evenings to transfrom the wool into sculptures.