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Felting in the bathroom sink = massive pain in the you-know-what.

Tomorrow, I must get going with the packing up of stuff for the bonspiel next weekend -- if I take my luggage (including broom bag!) in on Wednesday, then I can schlep to work by Metro on Thursday and thus not have to worry about the car while I'm gone.

basin felting, bathtub gin

So the felt thing is a wee project for my mother's birthday, a change-purse thing.  I'm going for about three and a half inches square.  I knit a piece yesterday and tried to shrink it in the bathroom sink, because using the washing machine is not on when laundry is $1.50 a load.  (I don't want to put it in with my regular laundry because it's red and not at all colorfast, and would ruin even a load of darks.)  Sadly, I completely overestimated how much it would shrink using the hand-felting method, and I can still see the stitches and some gaps between them and so on.  Feh.

This evening I made a smaller piece, and it's felting up much more nicely.  I think because it's easier for me to agitate.  It's about halfway to as dense as I'd like it, I think; it's soaking in a hot bath right now while I take a break.  :-D

[eta:  thingie is now happily drying on a "form" which is a lotion bottle on which it fits perfectly and, huzzah, symmetrically.]