So, my Aunt Judy’s birthday is coming up.  Judy asked for a felted purse like the one I made for my Mom a while back.  Since I’m trying to figure out how to make these bags more efficiently so that Tuatha can sell them, I figured I should go the knitting machine route with this one.  I used a single strand of Nature Spun in Blueberry, knitted a huge rectangle for the body of the bag, and then a long skinny one for the strap, using the number two plate for both.  And then I started sewing.  I know a lot of knitters have a hard time making up pieces, but I’m pretty comfortable with it.  This, obviously, was easy-peasy lemon-squeezy, since it was all straight lines.  But really, a few years of dress-making will wash the fear of knit-seaming right away from you.

Then, it was washing-up time.  I also tossed in those booties I made a couple of weeks ago.

The bag felted in no time.  I am now truly convinced that the double-stranding technique is foisted upon us by tricksy yarn marketers, and is wholly unnecessary most of the time.  Harumph.  I blocked it by stuffing it with the right books wrapped up in plastic and left it to hang overnight.  Meanwhile, I thought about fabrics.  And maybe I slept.

This morning, it was time to get back to the needles.  I let the furnace installers in and sequestered my scary self and my scary dog in the studio.  A little bit of measuring, a little bit of machine time, and a little bit of plastic needle-point canvas came together like so:

And then became one with the felt:

And then they all moved to Pennsylvania.

Now that I’ve been kind to the older sibling, I can show you the baby of the felt-family.  Lookie:

Damn those are cute.  Llama wool and mohair booties.  Lookie some more:

Hey, Peanut!  Come out.  You’re making your Mom really uncomfortable.  Don’t mess with Danish women.  Seriously.  She will have total control over you for years.  Do what she tells you know, and maybe she won’t name you Snorri.  Snorri Thorlson Overgard Dunn.

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