The sheep were shorn a year ago, carefully skirted by the shepherd herself, sorted by fleece color, washed by hand and allowed to air dry, and then slowly, patiently spun into yarn by the one person I trust to do right by these fibers. The first cones have reached the dyehouse, and I’m about to meet them. This moment always gives me butterflies. #superslowslowyarnsofknitlandia