Progress...

Matt is fixing the plumbing on my new work room.  I'll have a sink for soapmaking and a washing machine that I won't have to share with my grease fleeces.  Not that washing wool in the same machine as my clothes was a problem.  I never could see that my clothes were harmed in any way, or that I smelled like sheep when I went to work.  Not that anyone would notice, or mind, as they've accepted me the way I am (or I like to think) which is kind of "out there."