On entering one of my usual charity shops there was a 'sale rail' pushed against the door which said 'everything 99 pence'. Naturally I rummaged and came across what I hoped was a wool blanket.
It did have a few small stains but I thought I would have a go at felting it - a warm wash would hopefully get rid of the stains and compact the fibres to make a great base for a cushion.
It worked beautifully. Lots of conditioner meant it came out soft and fluffy and gorgeous and clean.
The thing is, I now feel a great responsibility towards this blanket. From an unloved sale rail which I am assuming was only an afternoons' walk to the bin to a lovely covetable fabric. Wool blankets are a rare find and I am now feeling great pressure not to make a bad cushion! It seems it isn't the price of the fabric necessarily that makes it hard to cut into but also the rarity. Little blanket I will ponder you a little while longer and hope that I do you proud. (Yes - I am now conversing with a blanket!)
Someone has to say it - the time to worry is when the blanket talks back to you!
ReplyDeleteHappy pondering.
:) - I think my husband is already worried!
DeleteI echo Snippa - only worry when the blanket starts talking back. I am intrigued to see what you make from it...or maybe save it for a sofa blanket in winter.
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