Got a parcel, this morning. Getting parcels is always brilliant, but this was a particularly brilliant parcel. Some print copies of ‘The Old Hand-Knitters of the Dales’.
These will be distributed around the shops of museums in the North of England who helped us during our period of research. I will put up details soon.
On October 4th, I will be at Armley Mills Industrial Museum in Leeds for the launch of Leeds Wool Week, being a Luddite (in costume) and will do workshops on great wheel spinning and ‘Knitting the Old Days Way’. (Details to be posted, soon!) Would love you to come along and learn about spinning and knitting the old Dales way. Will have a few copies for sale with us on the day, so if you want to buy one – ask a Luddite!
If you are in the US, or – wherever you are – it’s an e-version of the book you’re after, check this out:
Join us on Saturday the 4th of October 2014 to help launch Wool Week here in Leeds. Armley Mills Wool Festival is going to be a really exciting combination of shopping and a celebration of our woolly heritage, with workshops, demonstrations of now rare skills and machinery, talks from well known knitwear designers and performances of rare knitting music from WWI and WWII. Held within a historic woollen mill which now houses an amazing collection based upon Leeds’ industrial heritage. This event is going to be very special. The festival is open from 11am to 5pm, normal museum admission price applies, some sessions may be charged separately. More details to follow soon……
Armley Mills Industrial Museum
LS12 2QF Museum Website
“19 April 1814
Markets all agree are very flatt. Mill as full of wool as it can hold & men as saucy as the Devil.”
[Diary of Joseph Rogerson of Bramley, woollen mill-owner].
NB: If scouring raw fleece for the first time – read this right through before starting.
1 or more large buckets (fermentation buckets, or large Rubbermaid style storage buckets work fine)
Rubber gloves (I use type with long gauntlets)
Colander or laundry bag
Detergent or soap; you can use washing-up liquid, or a delicates laundry liquid like ‘Woolite’, or pure soap
Slightly above hand-hot water – the more the better
Wool washing (or “scouring” as it’s more commonly called) is a fine art. Here is just one way to do it. One of many – and all of them work, if you take care over some crucial steps.
Recently, I was lucky enough to get a rare Boreray fleece, from Millfields Rare Breeds, in Essex. Boreray is designated as “critically endangered” by the Rare Breeds Survival Trust. Around 300 Boreray ewes are out there – probably slightly more, in reality, including the original feral flock on one of the islands of St Kilda. In Nola & Jane Fournier’s 1995 book, “In Sheep’s Clothing”, Boreray was the only breed of sheep described that had no accompanying picture, and the description a scant one paragraph – so little was known of Boreray. In “The Fleece and Fiber Sourcebook” by Deborah Robson and Carol Ekarius (2011), there is a full and fascinating entry on the Boreray; reflecting the fact we now know more about it. Basically, every Boreray in Scotland and England currently descends from one of six sheep brought from a reserve flock left on the island of Boreray when the residents of neighbouring Hirta were evacuated in the early 1930s. Hirta’s story is told in the moody and magnificent Michael Powell film, “The Edge of The World” (1936). If you buy or rent the film, you can see the native sheep, some knitting and some great 1930s’ traditional jumpers as well as enjoy the cracking good plot.
The reserve flock left behind on Boreray went feral and to preserve the bloodlines, six sheep were moved from the island in 1970. Despite this shallow gene pool, one fleece let alone one flock, displays a strange diversity of wool types. When Deborah Robson and Carol Ekarius sent a sample of Boreray to the lab to be analysed, one sample returned with a micron count (to me that’s the old Bradford Count) so fine, they resent to the lab, thinking there’d been an error. As they remarked in the book: “…That micron count is cashmere territory…”
Within one fleece. you may find a whole range of different fibre types – from kemp and hair to the finest 17.9 micron wool.
I chose the Boreray to scour so I could promote this critically endangered breed. But also because an entire fleece is only 2 – 3lbs, so I could realistically scour the entire fleece in one afternoon.
Above and beyond that, the fleece showed such a variation of fibre types, that I had no intention of sorting it before scouring. This is very rare for me. But makes it more straightforward for me to show you how I go about scouring an entire fleece. Normally, I would sort it first then wash the different grades separately. No need with the Boreray.
The first Boreray I saw was millspun, from Blacker Yarns. This was made possible by the Herculean efforts of Jane Cooper, and for all things Boreray, you can do no better than visit Jane’s blog.
So. Scouring wool. Whether you are scouring the rarest fleece in Britain, or the freebies given you by a local farmer (my coalman who was also a farmer once offered me an entire flock’s fleeces – for free! So I know it happens….)… you need to know how to get it clean.
There’s a couple of things we want to avoid. Firstly, shrinking the stuff. Secondly, felting it.
Bear this in mind all along.
Decisions, decisions! What soap/detergent to use? I have had good results with: washing up liquid, shampoo, old fashioned soap, soap flakes, and synthetic detergents such as Woolite as well as generic supermarket brands. One of my favourite brands to use is Ecover Delicates. However I had none to hand so I grated some Marseilles soap.
How much soap/detergent do you need? Plenty. Put in what you think is a lot. Then a bit more. It is better and easier to scour with soft water but if, like me, you have none available then make sure all your soap/detergent is dissolved, before you start. And it will damage the wool, longterm, if you don’t rinse it out thoroughly.
My Boreray came in a pillowcase. This has been how I store washed wool, for years, so that will come in handy, later. This is the fleece unrolled, tips uppermost and shorn ends to the ground, same as I do for woolsorting. The old sheet underneath means I don’t add lawn mowings or other detritus to my clean fleece. This came to me either exceptionally clean, or well skirted, not sure which, as there was minimal sheep muck on it.
My first job before scouring a fleece is normally to skirt off the sheep muck, or anything too alarming. The poo-covered locks of fibre are called ‘dags’. Anyone who watched ‘Neighbours’ in the 1980s, now knows why they called some people “daggy”… Bit harsh.
Dags go, wool and all, into an old watering can. I don’t bother with this wool at all as a rule but as this was The Holy Boreray, I did set aside some daggy but really nice quality locks, to be washed extremely thoroughly, avoiding wastage. This was a nice, clean fleece though, with minimal wastage. I left that to steep a couple of days then it is a handy plant feed. (Not used on anything I am growing organically, just in case, but it’s fine on the roses or border flowers).
Now for some more soaking. I wash about 1lb at a time. In the case of this fleece, I wasn’t doing any wool sorting prior to scouring, so I simply divided it into quarters, then dealt with a quarter at a time.
As you can see, I scour in those cheap Rubbermaid style plastic buckets, that hold quite a few litres. The more water you use, the better. This first dunking, has no detergent or soap – just plain water. That is because this will lift out a fair bit of the crap, and then that can go straight on your garden, with nothing harmful to your plants.
Water temperature, very hand hot. Just about that point at which you need to wear gloves. If water is too cold, the scouring won’t work as well, as you have to dissolve both muck and the lanolin to get wool clean. It only dissolves above a certain temperature and sets back on the wool if your scouring bath gets too cold. So you don’t need to hang about. This soak lasts about ten minutes. I have, in the past, soaked overnight with no ill effects. But ten minutes will do it.
If you are conserving water/water heating costs, then you can set up a system with a couple of buckets, and then soak the second pound of wool in this same water. So that is another decision upfront – do you aim to wash just 1lb of wool or more than that in one go? If the latter – are you going to recycle the water from the first batch for the second? I do this all the time, with the proviso that the second batch gets one final extra rinse in clean water, at the end. Works for me, but I can’t guarantee anyone else’s results.
A word of caution. If you want to shrink wool, then agitate it with soap or change the temp of the water from one scouring bath to the next… Ie: if you don’t want to shrink wool, then make sure the water temperature of each dunking matches the previous water temperature. A rapid changing from hot – cold or sudden agitation of wool will shrink and/or felt it. Another Very Bad Thing To Do is to let the wet wool take its own weight, when full of water. So support it with something like an old colander or do the whole process in one of those laundry bags, if in doubt. Never let wet wool take its own weight – this goes for drying too. Support it well.
I often wash and rinse with the 1lb of wool in the colander, throughout.
Now let that drain on your lawn or wherever, whilst you sort out a hot tub of soapy/detergenty bubbles. Making sure this is the same temp as the previous lot of water.
Gently submerge your supported wool into the bath, and if you need to work at any obvious stain or dirt, do so gently, under the surface of the water, so you are not agitating the fibre in the air, which is a surefire way to get it to felt.
I leave this to soak for another 10-15 minutes or so. Then, again, lift out in its laundry bag or colander, drain and… rinse. Once again, pay attention to the exit temp of the previous bath and try to match it, so you aren’t shocking the fibre.
Now is a good time to decide whether the fleece merits a second scouring or not. I decided not. But then I like to clean wool enough to make it pleasant to work with, but not so much I strip out all the natural lanolin. That is a fine art and hard to put into words precisely how I judge it, but a fleece that presents at the start with very little vegetal matter or dags, or problems, is most likely only to get one scouring from me, at the start. I want my yarn to be clean though, and not abraded from within by particles of stuff the sheep has rolled in, left in it so as I say, it is a fine judgement call you have to make, between scouring once or scouring more than once. I usually make this decision after the first rinse – if it doesn’t look clean enough, I will scour a second time. Same drill again – consistent slightly-above-hand-hot temp, no agitation above the surface of the water, and leave to soak for 15 minutes or so. Then rinse. With experience, you can scour a fleece well, but leave in enough of the natural oil to help you out when spinning.
Repeat this rinse at least two or three more times. Until the water runs clear with no more sign of detergent or soap. Continue to pay attention to levelling the temperature of each bath with the temp of the water at the point the wool exited it, before.
When the wool is clean and no longer has any sign of being soapy – time to dry. Again, make sure its weight is supported. I like to MacGyver a wool dryer, using an old clothes airer with either muslin or an old sheet clothes-pegged across it. This then takes the weight of the spread-out wool.
You can put the wool in a clean pillow-case and whizz it through the spin only cycle of your washing machine. If you are brave and/or foolhardy. I just daren’t risk it with this fleece but have done it with cheaper/free ones with no ill effects.
In ‘The Pennine Weaver’ (1971), Phyllis Bentley – august Yorkshire writer and friend of Marie Hartley and Joan Ingilby, writers of ‘The Old Hand-Knitters of the Dales’ – describes the wuzzing skep; a basket on a rope, you put the wool inside, then whizz around your head, using centrifugal force to spin dry the wet wool. I would make myself one – only some ridiculous injury would ensue, knowing me, and I can imagine that on my medical notes – the first person in 200 years to be knocked out by a wuzzing skep….
I leave you with a shot of my cat, Helen, The Tripod of Evil, (18 this year), making a beeline for the ‘ripe’ fleece. Now it is scoured, she has no interest in it whatsoever.