Why Polypay?

Because I found a flock living nearby. And they look pretty healthy, happy, and loved.

Because the first step in a repeatable yarn is a consistent fiber source.

Because Bev, the shepherd of this particular flock, has gone to great lengths to breed for fleece quality and softness.

Because Martin said this is a healthy flock with beautiful fleece. He shears most of the sheep around these parts, and I respect his opinion

 

Polypay is an Idaho breed!

 

Because fiber people are nice, and the first fleece I ever carded in entirety was given to me by a generous mentor. It was Polypay, and I dyed it with Kool Aid in a microwave and blended the colors together with my hand cards. It was a pretty awesome rainbow.

Because the socks I made with my Kool Aid Polypay are among my favorites, and have worn to a shiny finish, and held up substantially better than the standard overworked merino.

Because the Kool Aid Polypay episode opened so many doors for me, leading me down the happy and winding roads of breed research and experimentation, yarn construction, crimp, twist and ply, and the beginnings of a drop spindle addiction. The breed itself has been a mentor, a band of knowledge to fall back on and compare all else with, a port of entry into the wonderful spirit of the fiber community.

Polypay Sock 1.jpg

And because after discovering many favorite breeds gleefully and cataloguing with my humble hand cards and spindles –Rambouillet, Cormo, Targhee, Corriedale, Wensleydale, BFL, to name a few -- I come back to Polypay as versatile, strong, shiny, bouncy, lovely. Multipurpose. If I could have just one breed? Oh, please don’t make me live in such a world… But if so, I might just pick Polypay.

Packed!

This is Bev.  She’s a wonderful lady who cares as much about the health of her flock as she does the quality of their fiber.  We had a chance to chat as we loaded the wool from the barn into her pickup, and she told me a bit about the lineage of her Polypay flock.

Read More

The Farm

I didn’t know exactly where our destination was….  Being a passenger is, for me, a bit reminiscent of childhood car rides with that magic of ending up somewhere cool (because unless I am driving, I NEVER manage to remember the roads traveled!)  Martin, my sheep shearing friend, drove and we chatted about all sorts of random things.  How getting married is like joining another culture.  How wool quality is impacted by breeding choices made when wool prices are down.  Kids, families, jobs, choices.  And then we turned off a dirt road onto two well-loved ruts that led to a perfectly idyllic farmstead.

Read More