My little fractured mind incorporated wool processing into a strange dream last night.

I was at the beauty salon to get my hair done. It looked fine before they started (by fine, I mean normal texture, color, etc.) As soon as the stylist had washed and dried my hair, it was all curly, frizzy and coarse and looked suspiciously like the Jacob wool I am working with (The dark and light brown parts of it, that is.) Then, horror or horrors, as the stylist started combing my hair a huge clump of it came out! I was frantic and knew I must be terribly sick.

Now, if I had to have a wooly dream, why couldn't it have been that I was really working with fiber and enjoying it. It would have been okay for me to spin in my sleep.