As the wind and rain begin to blow, and the leaves change to those brilliant fall colors I begin making felted wool hats.
I handknit them. I have, what some might call. an addiction because I have made so many. Without too many outside committments I can usually finish one hat in a weekend.
When I finish knitting the hat is huge. This one looks like a portion of a clown's costume.
Then I throw it into the washing machine with a pair of old jeans and a little detergent and it shrinks by about one-third.
Sometimes it is very difficult to judge what a new type of yarn (or handspun) will do. Ask me sometime about my-wool-too-far-gone.
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Several finished examples |