I sew, I cook soap, I roll clay, I teach school, but when all is said and done, I play with fiber. I'm sorting and picking black, adult mohair fleeces lately, and really liking what I have. I used to eschew this sturdy fiber in favor of my ultra-soft Bluefaced Leicester, but now I realize how valuable this mohair is. It's extremely strong and won't break up in the carding machine. I can ply it with angora for sock yarn or back on itself for rug yarn. The
natural silvery black is so lovely. I'm finding bags of colored mohair here and there around the farm, and there is always more growing on the goaties, ready to be harvested.