Okay, well not a whole alpaca, just its fiber, I guess.
It never fails to amaze me at how calm my husband is about strange things turning up in our home. In this case, it’s an alpaca blanket (meaning the clipped fiber off the animal, not a finished project). It’s wet, smells like a barnyard, and is drying on the same rack that I use to dry sweaters. In the middle of our bathroom.
Lovely man that he is, he just steps around the drying rack and occasionally gives the fiber a poke to see its progress in drying.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt that this particular alpaca blanket belongs to his mother and is going into the queue of things to be washed (check!), carded and spun into yarn.
It’s a LOOONG queue, though, so hopefully I’ll get it done before we end up in the retirement home together, his mother and I.
I love the start of a new project, don’t you? So much possibility…