The last time I was in Idaho, my mom sent me home with my Christmas present early.
Three balls of Rambouillet/Columbia wool and a humongous skein of pure Rambouillet. Both are undyed and 2-ply, and very, very squishy.
I love homegrown, rustic fibers. I love the sheepy smell of the yarn and how when you squeeze it your hands come away all lanolin-y. And, I love supporting small, indie farms, businesses, and designers.
Mom picked this up at our local farmer’s market from Jerry Lee Farm. Great present, Mom. Seriously great stuff. Now I just have to figure out what to knit with it. Any ideas?
Oh, and be sure to click on the link to the farm, if for no other reason than to be totally jealous of the type of setup I grew up on.