I made the trek this morning to buy the wool thread I need. No soap. I had only been in that little cross-stitch shop down-town once and thought I remembered seeing wool threads there. My memory was faulty and it turned out to be a silk/wool blend. I could use that I suppose but it was quite expensive and I rather have my heart set on wool. Besides I wasn’t awed by the colors. There wasn't a big selection and some were very bright colors. Not passable for 18th century dyes. Of course it could have just been the poor lighting. The shop recommended trying the local kitting shop. I went there, or rather tried to. The street was closed for some college thing. I didn't feel like dealing with it so I'll go another day. In the mean time I'm trying not to get too depressed. I really don't want to order the threads online!
More bad news awaited me at home. Mum promised me a few weeks ago that I could use some pure linen that was given to her ages ago. I finally got around to locating it in the stash only to discover it's not white. Man! I really had my heart set on a set of pure white underthings. In the past (and ignorance) I have had the less historic unbleached muslin. The linen is lovely, a pretty buttery ivory but I wanted white. *choked sob*
I don't need very much for a pocket so I think I will just go to G Streets and splurge on some white. Maybe I'll use the ivory linen for my underpetticoat, linen is still more fun than white cotton... or a cute little sheath dress for the summer would be fun too. *evil grin*