A while back two of my darling neighbours, young lads named Adam and Ian, came to the house and gave me a huge bag of cria alpaca. [Cria is what a baby alpaca is called.] This fibre came from an animal named Sasha — the pet of a friend of theirs.
Sasha’s “hair” was getting mighty long so her owners had her shorn. They were going to toss all the wonderful fibre all onto the compost as they didn’t know that anything useful could be done with it, but fortunately Adam and Ian were on their game and intervened. They know things about making yarn and the mysteries of fibre.
Their grandmother and I are both spinners so these young lads are well schooled in what is possible for the fibre arts. They talked their friend into giving them the bag of newly cut alpaca for they had a plan. They came to my house, gave it to me, and it exchange for hugs and much appreciation, they walked away with jars of strawberry and raspberry jam.
These boys have good instincts. The fibre is lovely, soft and mostly clean. And it’s white! Which means that there are so many dyeing options. Here it is all laid out on a table for sorting.
Because it is a pet it has been well fed and seems to have lived stress-free. Here is a small sample combed and spun lace-weight. It is divine. I can’t wait till I have the time to dive into this an make something substantial from it. Here is a mini-skein of it spun up on my lace-weight spindle. It’s wonderful stuff.
Sometimes pennies fall from the skies, and sometimes they walk across the road.
Thanks Adam. Thanks Ian.