..gathered the wool of of fences, trees, and farmlands while walking England’s southwest coastal path.
…and then snuck said wool through customs.
…and washed it, carded it, stared at it trying to figure out what to make.
…but then you spin it to an Aran weight and make a hat for hubs for his birthday.
Now THAT is not just a hat. It might be my fav FO ever.