It all started one day in 1984. I stood staring at what seemed like hundreds of skeins of Bartlettyarn wool in every possible weight and color in our guest bedroom. It was basically a beautiful sight -- color everywhere -- but this was our "extra/guest" bedroom. I had been raising sheep for about five years then and had always sent each year's shearing of wool to the mill in Harmony, Maine. It wasn't so bad when I had my original 8 registered Suffolk sheep, but finding I adored sheep, I kept buying and breeding more and more and getting rid of few.