On a fiber forum I frequent, a poster got squished for remarking that working with a good fleece is orgasmic. Actually, I think all the fiber people on the forum agreed, it was the administrator that deleted/edited the post.
But this is my blog, and I'll say whatever I want to. Working with a good fleece is orgasmic. There. (Think of the google hits that one might conjure up.)
There really is something very sensual and tactile about working with fiber, whether that be as it slips through your fingers while spinning it into yarn, or having it magically turn into felt under your fingertips. That last is something that thrills me every single time.
Why do I bring this up? I don't know, really. I got an e-mail from the mill, my fiber is ready. If all goes well (weather) I'll be picking it up today on the way to my sister's for our Christmas potluck. The anticipation is like when your pulse quickens at the thought of your hot date tonight.
There might be some touching, and fondling going on at Maple Corners tonight.
If you're lucky, I'll take pictures.