We seem to be settling into Cascadia. We finally moved into our long-ish term address (nothing is really ever home when we attend to the military's beck and call). Although small -- we lost about 600 sq feet -- and entirely too close to I-5, it is not terrible. Household DIY projects have been abundant and I have a new obsession with flat white spray paint.
I have explored many a thrift in the area - usually driving up to 100 miles round trip to hit the best - but wool is rare. I did bring a massive stash from South Carolina but it will only go so far. My last ditch effort to solidify a steady supply amounted to a jaunt to Oregon last Friday. I hoped to raid the Pendleton Wool scrap store. I was not alone. And armed only with my camera phone.
We had another tip from a guy that my husband works with...he mentioned that on visits home, his wife buys yards of wool from another Pendleton factory store in Washougal, WA. We stopped by on our drive back and stumbled upon a sweet worker happy to make multiple trips behind the scenes to retrieve about 8 yards of flat weave wool scrap. I feel so fortunate to live close enough for our business (and customers) to benefit from the scraps of such high quality materials. They feel like clouds upon the fingertips.
I am hopeful that used apparel will continue to account for at least half of our raw materials. The switch to retail scrap will be interesting. The quality of our work will not suffer but the variance of color may wane. But our survival depends on it.