Our house is now full of soft, fluffy drifts of WOOL. Sheep mostly. Also llama, and some mohair. Mohair comes from goats, and it is soft and squishy. It has primarily taken over the laundry room, where I am washing it ever so carefully in the washer. The black llama had some second cuts tho, so now there is llama hair (short bits of it, anyway) all over Byron's clothes. And the light grey wool took forever to dry, so the variagated llama had to dry on a towel in our room, where it got kicked under the rocking chair several times. Then there's the big bag of dark grey wool that I'm slowly carding out and spinning in the living room. Except my spindle wandered up into Byron's room yesterday, along with several rolags of carded wool. It may or may not still be there. I do however know that Elspeth and Wehna's spindles are lying in the middle of the dining room, where I tripped on them on the way to work.
There used to be a word for what I'm turning into, but I think "spinster" means something different now-a-days. Just wait until I figure out an excuse to drive down by Lake Powell... there's a guy down there selling raw Navaho-Churro fleece for two dollars a pound.