processed alpaca fibre

(or: what she´s been doing these past two days)

 

Once upon a blue moon, when I still thought wig-making might be fun, I bought a lot of raw, dirty and completely tangeled Suri alpaca hair of a truly gorgeous sunny blond colour. I found out the hard way that wig-making isn´t exactly my idea of a good time (...in fact, it´s the total opposite...) and I put the fibre away where it couldn´t remind me of my utter failure at something that everybody else and their Uncle Bob seemingly masters with joy and ease. Last week, when my Phoenix Dolls Elle head arrived, I remembered that lot of hair, thinking it would be the perfect colour for her. So I began processing the raw mess just for the hell of it, washing it about five times to get it clean, and losing half of the hair just trying to comb the knots out. In the end, what´s left is a less an half an ounce of fibre, and I´m at a complete loss if this would be enough to make a short-hair wig for an 8 inch head. I´m now looking for someone brave and professional who´d try and turn it into a wig for my new lady.

Done