You spun what? Chiengora?!?!?

My boss Rich now thinks all the women who work for him are absolutely crazy.  You see, Margie was in the office a few weeks ago and handed over a small bag to Ellen, who gave it to Rich to bring to me.  And what was in said small bag?

Hair brushed from Margie's prize wheaten terrier.

So what did I do with it, you might ask?

Well, I handcarded it (it was very matted so excuse the noils):

And then I spun it into yarn (in this case, short-draw, chain-plyed yarn):

And now I'll send the teeny yarn sample back to Margie.  I don't think I'll need to involve Rich this time; a #10 envelope should do the job.