We were driving... and driving... and driving along the coast of Hawaii's Big Island, on our way to see Volcanoes National Park. As the landscape changed -- which it does so dramatically on this island -- we passed fields of volcanic rock, coffee plantations, farmstands. And then we came upon the livestock farming region. Beautiful ebony cows, horses, goats, sheep. And then some sheep with really long necks.
Really long necks.
I was thrilled. On this beautiful island, which I was quickly falling in love with, we found something that made it even more amazing -- the Big Island Alpaca Farm.
Ever since I first felt alpaca wool about five years ago, I have coveted it as the ultimate in natural fibre. It is one of the world's rarest natural fibres. It's luxuriously soft, exceptionally light, and warmer than wool.
I've made beautiful sweaters out of alpaca, and an alpaca-silk blend is unrivaled in its luxury and drape.
And the animals are adorable. Who couldn't love that face?
A friend of mine from Montreal told me that he had researched alpaca farming and found it to be an elitist and money-losing venture. But local small-town farmers can't all be wrong, can they?
Today, two chickens. Tomorrow, an alpaca farm...
No comments:
Post a Comment