Good Goat!

This is desperately camera-shy yarn, which objects to being shoved into the tiny spot of natural light my attic room contains. Really, it's the colours of blackcurrant jam on toast, with little flashes of lighter strawberryish pink. The fibre emerged from the dyepot (my mother's old slowcooker) darker than I'd been aiming for, but I quite like it. In fact, it being cashmere, I want to fill a room with it and just roll around for a few days. Were I somehow to win the lottery I never enter, as soon as I'd done the good deeds and the sensible stuff, I'd be on the phone ordering a lorryload of cashmere for wallowing purposes. Mmm.