Slow motion

Don't know if I'll ever get enough locks and rovings dyed for fall shows, feels like I am moving in slow motion. The amount of time it takes to get a fleece shorn, skirted, washed, dyed, dried, picked and carded seems to consume me. Then there's that feeling of being over whelmed with the mountain of fleeces waiting on me from shearings past. It's a good thing wool will keep forever if kept dry and moth free. The lanolin will be harder to wash out of an old fleece, but the wool is protected by it. Then there's the question of what color will sell, I prefer the natural colors of the red and brown mohair, every shade of it, light to dark. But next to a lovely dyed fleece, the dyed fleece will sell first every time. Then there's the lovely shades of over- dyed colored mohair, magical.