{"id":5915,"date":"2021-01-23T08:05:54","date_gmt":"2021-01-23T07:05:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/waltin.se\/josefinwaltinspinner\/?p=5915"},"modified":"2021-01-23T08:05:55","modified_gmt":"2021-01-23T07:05:55","slug":"55-grams-of-wool","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/waltin.se\/josefinwaltinspinner\/55-grams-of-wool\/","title":{"rendered":"55 grams of wool"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I bought a jar of home made shoe wax from a spinner, made of sheep tallow and beeswax from her own backyard. To optimize the cost of the shipping, she added some extra padding \u2013 55 grams of wool from the young Dalap\u00e4ls<\/a> ewe Brisa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today I dive deep into words of beauty and excess to dress my sensations of Brisa’s wool in linguistic splendour. Feel free to read this story aloud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Brisa,
Brisa, born 2019. Dalap\u00e4ls sheep. Shorn fall 2020. Sorted, unwashed. 55 grams of wool.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A small ziplock bag<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

A small ziplock bag of little importance. Brisa, it’s labeled, 55 grams of wool. Inside it a world of wooly wonder. My hands electric with excitement as I open the transparent treasure chamber. Devoutly I free the locks from their plastic prison. Out they come with a sigh of relief \u2013 floof \u2013 they huff and they puff and they grow their house out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An airy cloud of promises emerges from the wool cave. Let me tell you what I see:<\/p>\n\n\n\n