Last year I purchased two lovely, small Navajo Churro fleece from Barbara at Flint Run Farm. I was attracted by the "rare breed" idea as well as the fact that she had a few smaller fleeces for sale compared to others I had seen available. The thought of smaller amounts of wool to process really enticed me as someone relatively new to raw fleece (not wanting to get in over my head and all--I would never do that, grin). This year, with my renewed interest in fleece prep that came from a successful attempt in the washing machine, I decided to purchase a few more fleeces from Barbara, despite the fact that I still have a fair amount of last years' left. I inquired and ended up purchasing three small fleeces that arrived today.
I heard the postal van transmission whining down my street, and then heard the telltale "thump" that means a package has arrived. I looked out the door to see a giant plastic canvas bag like you might imagine Santa Claus carrying over his shoulder. Strange, I thought....then realized there was cardboard inside the bag....even stranger yet. Why would Barbara ship fleece inside a box, inside a bag? After a bit more inspection of the package, I realized that her box was inside an "official USPS" bag because of some kind of postal accident (the kind you can only imagine):

So there it was, in all it's glory. Three fleeces in bags, each bag ripped somewhat with fleece peeking out. And then there's this:

Thoughts on this accident ran through my mind, not necessarily in this order:
"How, where, and why did this happen?" and "Thank goodness I don't buy antique Tiffany lamps" and of course the best of all "I wonder what the people at the post office think I do with bags full of greasy sheep fleeces. I can just imagine the looks on their (very, very, suburbanite) faces" That third thought made me smile...a LOT...in fact, I'm still smiling about it.
In all, no harm was done. The fleeces (Faith, Nancy, and Grace) were intact and in great shape, well skirted without too much dirt or vm. Even the invoice and photos of my new sheepy friends survived without a crease, despite being found in the bottom of that box! And I immediately opened one of the fleeces up and here it is--from Nancy. I put half in the washer and it's already halfway finished, turning from this to a nice creamy white as I write this:

I'm sure more Navajo Churro posts will pop up, since I now have so much to work with. I do hope this post is the last I need to make about postal mishaps. Happy spinning and good night.


