Baby, I got a crockpot full of funk!

Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought that it would be a great idea to wash a half pound of angora goat floof in her crock pot. It boiled and bubbled (with the help of a little Dawn), and generally made like all good cauldrons in fairy tales do, but the girl did not count on one little thing...

The girl did not count on the fact that hot, soapy goat floof smells like the darkest pits of Hades. Hot, soapy Hades. Who knew that Hades was hot and soapy? I'm thinking some folks may have already guessed the "smells like goat" part...

Due to many moons spent shovelling poo at a vet's office, the smell was tolerable to the girl, but boy, it wrecked Prince Charming!

Yeah, it seems that Boygenius does not tolerate the smell of hot, soapy goat. Good thing to know. Especially when he wants to eat dinner. Go figure.

I'm going to file this experience in the "things to keep in mind when processing fleece" file (cross referenced in the "things to do when normally princelike Boygenius is not being charming" file ).

I'll be finishing the final rinse on the fleece tonight. Wish me luck, and lets hope that Boygenius can handle the stank. I've got a clothespin at the ready in case he needs to plug his nose...

Then I will have pretty fluff to spin as we live happily ever after.