De la Toison au Tricot n° 181 : L’ouïe Sheep have a very well developed sense of hearing. According to researchers, sheep are estimated to have approximately the same auditory sensitivity as humans. The being said, sheep can hear sounds in a slightly higher...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 180 : l’odorat It’s common knowledge that dogs have a well developed sense of smell. In fact, a dog’s nose is 1000 times more sensitive than our own. C’est bien connu que le chien est doté d’un sens de l’odorat très...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 179 : La Vue They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Sheep’s eyes, however, also tell us about the innate behavior of our wooly friends. Today, we have gotten used to lovingly looking at the beautiful eyes of our cats. On dit que «...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 178 : Il est arrivé ! I absolutely love the work of Lubov Voronina, owner of the Crow’s Nest, a small workshop in Russia that designs and creates beautiful felted garments. In particular, I really like the vest, « Slipping Summer ». Je suis...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 177 : La tonte 2016 Shearing has been finished for a few weeks now. It must be said that it’s a very time-consuming and tiring job for the Spinning Shepherd. But the rewards are well worth the effort ! La tonte des moutons s’est...
De la Toison au Tricot n° 175 : Filage de la nouvelle année ! Yes … it’s been a while. But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been doing anything ! For the past few months the Spinning Shepherd has been quite busy : a two week trip to the United...
“Quand on veut un mouton, c’est la preuve qu’on existe.”
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Hello ! My name is Diane and I live in Normandy (France).
I'm an avid spinner and knitter, and the proud owner of a small flock of Ouessant sheep.
Come and join me as I share my hand spun yarns, woolly tales and sheepish musings !
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Bonjour ! Je m’appelle Diane et j’habite en Basse Normandie.
Je suis une passionnée du filage et du tricot, et l’heureuse gardienne d’un petit troupeau de moutons d’Ouessant.
Venez me rejoindre pendant que je tisse au fil des jours les brins de laine et les anecdotes !