Faced with the semi-failure of my first completed Wildlife Rehab Nest For Baby Boids, I decided to try felting it.
“Felt it!” is probably the #1 most common piece of advice I see offered to knitters whose knitting has failed them in some way. Gauge too loose? Felt it! Piece too short? Felt it! Bowl not bowl-shaped? Felt it!
This advice is similar to to the advice to take a botched cooking project and use it to make a casserole. Boom, now instead of having a single bad meal, you have a whole bad casserole. Remind me again how this is an improvement.
The sad truth is that felting rarely salvages a botched project. All it does is take up more of your time before you give up and throw the thing away. Worse: once you felt it, you lose the option of ripping it back and using the yarn for something else.
But whatever. I felted it.
I chose hand felting because it’s the only way you can have control over the felting. It’s hard on the hands, sure, but the last time I tried felting something by running it through the washing machine, one half of the item got felted and the other half was fine. Maddening.
True to form, I ended up with something that was almost exactly the same as what I started with, but my hands were redder. Oh well, maybe they can use it for kittens or something.
Tune in tomorrow for yet another example of my “third time’s a charm” knitting curse.