This blog post is jinxed, jinxed, I tell you. In the course of its making, I’ve broken the washing machine, over-shrunk a knitting project, mislaid an important piece of technology without which I couldn’t finish illustrating the post, and almost flooded part of the house. I drafted the first, pre-disaster, part of the post earlier. It went like this:-
Well, the Toddler Twinnage are abed, the Stoic Spouse is quietly playing ‘Live Forever’ on his guitar in the dark in another room, and I am sitting at the kitchen table nursing a goblet of wine and feeling nervous. It’s not the Stoic Spouse’s music that’s making me nervous, it’s the washing machine. Because for the first time ever, I’m having a go at felting my knitting, and now that the machine has started, I’m worried that the programme is too hot, too long, and that having started with a huge, floppy knitted bag, I’ll end up with a tiny woollen thimble that’s useful mostly for storing toenail clippings, should I ever become weird enough to do so. Yeah yeah, first world problems, I know.
Ah, to return to those semi-innocent times of mere hours ago, although as you can see, I wasn’t entirely confident that all would be well. But the washing machine was doing its stuff, and I was hopeful.
I’d knitted a bag, you see, from a lovely kit that was given to me by my departing psychotherapy trainee. I know this a swerve from the usual business of this blog, but I just wanted to mention it. The knitting was rapid and went well. The pattern is Circus Bag by The Mercerie, and the yarn supplied in the box is their own Yorkshire-produced aran-weight wool.
The result was an enormous, floppy sack, but it was designed to be felted so I didn’t worry too much. The yarn allowance in the kit was a smidgeon on the generous side, so I added a couple of extra stripes.
So far, so good, no?
Well, no, actually, because our normally cheery washing machine started beeping in distress, and I had to put down my wine and deal with this:-
Yup, my felting project had blocked the machine with fluffy gunk. So instead of cooing smugly over a lovely finished bag and showing off the little crocheted flower I’ve made to adorn it, I get to try and find the blimmin’ blockage. Thus far I’ve failed. So armed with advice from the internet, I’ve got to try and conduct some more serious minor surgery on the machine tomorrow. Because we’re potty-training the Toddler Twinnage at the moment and so one thing I really REALLY need in my life is a functioning washing machine.
Anyway, I’ve retrieved the soggy bag, and I’m not entirely on speaking terms with it. It’s……. quite small. Too big for the storage of toenail clippings, I’m happy to say, but maybe half the size it started out. Want a photo? Well when I’ve found my missing bit of technology then I’ll try and take one for my next blog post. Grrr…… (Actually, it is quite pretty, but I want to take a decent photo to do it justice.)
Can you tell that felting just isn’t going to be my ‘thing’, knitting-wise? Reckon I’ll go back to fairisle. 🙂