I am known around these parts. That is, I have a community of people around me who are aware of my wool-loving, old wood antique-y tendencies. It is not odd for me to come home to find a garbage bag full of wool blankets on my porch. Or maybe an old wooden drawer that someone thought I could do something with. Anything old that you can't find a use for...sure, give it to Karen.
And today, in terms of wool, I struck the mother lode. According to Wikepedia a "mother lode" can be described like this:
Mother lode is used metaphorically to refer to the origin of something valuable or in great abundance.
Well folks, if this isn't a metaphorical mother lode then I don't know what is.
(Disregard the renegade snow on the ground. It will be gone tomorrow. The snow did NOT appear because I hung these out on the line...it was pure coincidence. I swear!)