Remember that lovely alpaca blanket that was HUGE? I figured I would sleep on whether to try to felt it up a bit… Well, I decided to go ahead with the light felting to help improve the structural integrity. (It really did need it. I have fellow fiber witnesses even.)
Sadly, I didn’t give hubbie a heads up. You see, it’s become his blankie in the sense that he’s always the first to grab it for tv time in the eves… much like I always run and leap into the bed so he has to turn the light out at night.
So here is what I was thinking:
The blanket was ever so huge… twin bed size. It couldn’t get that small, surely.
I had a front loading machine that is not supposed to felt things nearly as well as a top loader.
There are small pipes going into the house, so getting warm or hot water is tricky. If I put it on hot, I would be lucky to get really warm.
I put it in by itself, so nothing to rub against it and agitate it unduly.
So far so good, right? Did I even think of going slower… run it through gentle? run it on warm? No. I was even so certain in my mental calculations that I failed to at least check on it mid-felt. I just popped it in there and went about my merry way weeding the front yard. When it came time to pull it out for the next load I was shocked (aka said a few bad words).
I will admit, it is even more beautiful now. Sadly, it is also this odd size… too small for a true blanket, too heavy for a lap blanket, and too big for a tote or a rug. I’m just not sure what to do. Momo the cat greeted it like a long-lost friend after its harrowing trip through the wash. Maybe I have to face the music and deem it a project I made for the cats.
Hubbie, of course, is heart-broken. I just destroyed his favorite blankie. Me, I’m still numb and in shock.