Before, I didn't understand what to do with you. But now I recognize your true beauty. Combed out into little nests, spun fine, something magical happens. It's like if wool and silk and mohair had a baby together. Lustrous and sleek, and no, not an all-rounder, not good for every project, but more of a specialized fiber. And I feel like I've finally hit your sweet spot, and it's glorious.
Plus, you're like the Komondor dog of sheep.