no longer a bowl

Do you still recognise it?

What can I say?

The felted bowl has morphed itself into a handbag... ta da!

(click here for the before shots)

Lined with red gingham, and sporting an obligatory felted heart. Yes, I am addicted to adding felted hearts at the moment...



here's the view from the back...



and the inside looks like this...

just not feeling the love

Really not feeling the love for this felted bowl. It has finished drying, but remains floppy... and I really don't like the shape of it. Plus I'm finding the grey colour to be very drab.

All is not lost though... I am working on a makeover for it... next time you see this boring floppy felted platter, you might not recognise it



Just a couple of photos for those of you not familiar with the effects of felting... or 'fulling' as the purists would call the technique. Some before and after close up shots which show clearly what becomes of your stitch definition.

ugh... what's that dreadful smell

Wet wool... is there anything that smells worse?

How about hot wet wool... definitely much worse!

For those of you not familiar with the felting process, I'll give you a quick rundown of how it works. Basically you take your beautifully knitted project and subject it to hot soapy water and lots of agitation. Treat it as badly as you possibly can, until the wool becomes matted and you can no longer identify the individual stitches. Then shape it a little and allow it to dry.

I use a front loader washing machine. Of course front loaders are renowned for their gentle delicate washing motion. I don't want gentle. I don't want delicate. I want ABUSIVE. But my machine doesn't have an 'abusive' cycle, so I improvise by adding a pair of gumboots and some old jeans into the load. (Don't make the mistake of including clothing you would ever want to wear again.) I set the water temperature at the highest setting. You need to pop the item into a separate wash bag or you will clog your filters with lint and destroy your washer. Add the soap and away you go. Important not to let the machine go through its spin cycle, or you will ruin the shape of the item.

When the washing is done, you remove the hot, wet, stinky mass from the machine. Ugh. It does not smell good. Reminds me of high school on a cold wet day. The smell of wet woolen blazers. Ugh. Everyone crowded around the heater trying to warm up, and the smell of that wet wool fills the room. Makes you feel claustrophobic. Ugh. Funny the memories that come with particular smells. Suddenly I feel like an awkward teenager again. Ugh.

Pat dry. Shape. Allow a couple of days to air dry thoroughly.

That's where I'm at at the moment. Making use of a couple of large pasta serving bowls. I'll keep the felted bowl sandwiched between them to try and give it some shape. It needs all the help it can get. I think it's going to be a very floppy bowl. If I was using this pattern again I would definitely use double stranded yarn for extra stability.

felting again

Decided to have another bash at this whole felting business again. I find the process fascinating. The very idea of mistreating your knitted work so badly that it destroys the stitches and felts to itself seems ridiculous. And yet it is so very popular at the moment. I'm always curious to compare the 'before' and 'after' photographs which people take of their work.

This project is a felted bowl. It is going to be very shallow and flat. I've worked it according to the pattern, but I don't particularly like where it's heading.

But you never know quite what the post-felting look will be... so I'll stick with it. Even if I don't like the end result, I'm sure I will be able to add embellishments until it is no longer recognizable!

Wish me luck...



and just to give you an idea of the actual size... here it is pictured with a DVD

back in the saddle again!

Not quite sure what happened to me this month. I started out crafting like a mad woman, and then dropped completely off the radar. I think I just got distracted by life. My mind was busy with all sorts of other issues... and the craft just didn't happen.

I have had so many wonderful people helping to test my new patterns for me. So when I heard Adriann, a fellow Ravelry member, calling for someone to help her out, I figured it was time to return the favour. Or 'pass it on' as it were.

It was good timing really, because it put that little bit of pressure on me to jump in and finish a project. I think I needed that. There has been too much 'starting' and not enough 'finishing' around here of late. And it gets disheartening.

So to jump in and complete a project was just the boost I needed. The pattern was for a simple crochet hot water bottle cover. I plied together a medium green and a salmon coloured reclaimed cotton. The resulting yarn reminds me of watermelon. It has that fresh pink and green thing going on, but didn't quite photograph true to life.

Of course I had to embellish the pattern a little, just to make the project 'mine'. I added a twisted cord made from kitchen string to the neck, which makes it a more snug fit for my bottle. Also a felted heart... you know I love my felted hearts at the moment... so I had to add one of those too!

bag born from bags

Work has finally begun on the 'bag born from bags' project.

Remember the plastic yarn (plarn) I was plying recently? Well, it's time for it to become a plastic bag again!

In the past, when working with plastic, I have stripped it and used two strands at a time to crochet. The resulting material almost looks like a plastic raffia. The stitches blend together a little and there is still quite a bit of stretch. The plied plarn (starting to sound like a tongue twister here) is much stronger to work with. There is greater stitch definition. The material is still very pliable but not so stretchy.

I have been experimenting with a wide range of alternative yarns this year. So, if anything my hands seem to be toughening up a bit. But I'm struggling with the plied plarn. It is so harsh on the hands. After about an hour or so of working with it my poor hands have had enough. I have to down the project until the next day.

Anyhow... here is the progress to date.

still thinking

I adore these little clogs. You might remember I picked them up on my travels a few months back. Not that I was in Holland, more like the local second hand store. I had no immediate plans for them, but I had fallen in love with them and I knew I had to have them! One dollar later and they were MINE.

They have been sitting on my desk all this time. Sometimes I feel as though they are taunting me. Teasing me about my creative block. But I know that if I keep them close by then I will be able to find them when inspiration strikes. Every now and again I pick them up and play with them. Right clog... left clog... together clogs. Walk them up and down the desk and then pretend to tap dance with them. I'm far too easily amused!

Or sometimes I just stare at the decorative detail on them and get lost in a daydream. Who owned these little wooden shoes before me? Were they a gift? Were they treasured? Were they proudly on display for all the world to see? Or were they hidden away at the back of a sock drawer? So many questions. So few answers.

I had always thought I would use them to adorn something red. Until I found this fabulous teal coloured stuff. I say stuff, because I'm not sure exactly what it is. One of the joys of op shopping is that you don't always know what you're getting. It feels a little bit like jute, but not so harsh. All I know is that there was plenty of it, and the going rate was fifty cents. I claimed it as my own and the colour is a perfect match for the blue/green paint detail in the clogs.