The code on the label is almost washed out now but I made a note of it in my 2013 year calendar.
The wool came from the Glen Orkney Station and/or the Stonehenge Station in New Zealand.
I like knowing that, and I would like to have been certain the sheep had been treated well before the wool ended up in my shirt. Even better if I could have my own sheep, with wool to spin and knit for a replacement shirt.
As that is still years in the making, the only other thing I can do now it is to use the shirt as long as I possibly can to merit the efforts of the sheep.
The threads are breaking and the shirt is by now filled with little knots where I have mended the breaks. It is beginning to look like embroidered stars over my chest and shoulders. It is almost pretty.
I will not let that stop me from wearing it. The colour will never be good but then that was the reason why it was