I’d been dreaming of, and scoping out, drum carders for a while now.
The thing is, they are a little spendy.
I would get all excited about one, and then talk myself out of it, saying “Oh Denise, you don’t really NEED a drum carder. You have perfectly nice hand carders. Yes, it is slow going- turning washed fleece into perfect little rolags. But isn’t it relaxing? And surely it’s good for the arm muscles”
But in the next breath I said to myself “There have to be old, serviceable drum carders hiding away in people’s attics. I just have to wait for these people to clean out their attics and unload their drum carders on the web.”
So I kept a close eye on Craigslist.
Bellingham
Seattle
Portland
and further.
Much further.
And after a time, I thought that maybe the universe was telling me that I wasn’t supposed to have one.
And I was OK with that.
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.
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Then, out of nowhere, comes Clem.
Isn’t he handsome?
Here he is from the other side:
He still needs a drive belt. But I’ve got that ordered from Clemes and Clemes already.
For right now, he’s making do with a double thickness of jute twine.
And here is my first batt. East Friesian wool from Quiet Water Farm. Fluffy and beautiful.