Being the author of my own story, I often leave out certain uncomfortable details of life. For various reasons of course. Personal privacy, fear of 'too much information' on certain subjects, common decency, prudent censorship, and of course wanting to avoid the 'ick' factor of revealing all the minutia of one's human foibles.
But today I am posting an epic fail.
Mostly to have a record of the reason I do NOT want to make any more knitted and felted toys anytime soon. I feel particularly stupid about this one because I promised myself I wasn't going to do this again.
I have decided that I succeeded with Dory and Abigail...
by sheer dumb, blind, tripping and falling into a bed of alpaca fibers, beginner's luck. And no amount of careful, industrious knitting will ever change that serendipitous fact.
Here is what I pulled out of the washing machine today… after fiddling with the knitting part for three days….
First off, I used some yarn that I hand dyed and in the washing, it faded from a nice warm brown to an odd greenish…. something or another.
Secondly, the yarn wasn't heavy enough to felt properly and hide the stuffing. I should have knit the whole thing on smaller needles, though in my defense, I DID use the same size needles as for Dory and Abigail.
Thirdly, the poor thing looks like she… or he… only God knows what gender it is… has some sort of unfortunate skin condition.
Sigh.
Right now, the pockmarked object is drying on the bench out in the sun. I have NO idea what I am going to do with it. Well, I DO have a rather forlorn hope that I might make it usable by needle felting some yarn over the bad spots. But I would have to wash the yarn first to get the right faded out color. And I just don't think I have any energy left for this project.
What to do to recover my creative mojo after this episode, is another matter altogether.
One feels like a total bone head after such defeats.
I may have to sit in a rocking chair somewhere [I don't have one] and suck my thumb or something equally pathetic to regain my sense of creative self worth.
Because believe me, it's in the sump pump of the basement right now...
(What a drama queen. It's just a dumb toy that didn't turn out. Get a grip on yourself.)
I think I'm going to need chocolate.
Lots and lots of chocolate.
Especially because I can FEEL the insane desire to knit ANOTHER one on smaller needles with different yarn to PROVE I can do this!
Somebody please stop me….
by sheer dumb, blind, tripping and falling into a bed of alpaca fibers, beginner's luck. And no amount of careful, industrious knitting will ever change that serendipitous fact.
Here is what I pulled out of the washing machine today… after fiddling with the knitting part for three days….
First off, I used some yarn that I hand dyed and in the washing, it faded from a nice warm brown to an odd greenish…. something or another.
Secondly, the yarn wasn't heavy enough to felt properly and hide the stuffing. I should have knit the whole thing on smaller needles, though in my defense, I DID use the same size needles as for Dory and Abigail.
Thirdly, the poor thing looks like she… or he… only God knows what gender it is… has some sort of unfortunate skin condition.
Sigh.
Right now, the pockmarked object is drying on the bench out in the sun. I have NO idea what I am going to do with it. Well, I DO have a rather forlorn hope that I might make it usable by needle felting some yarn over the bad spots. But I would have to wash the yarn first to get the right faded out color. And I just don't think I have any energy left for this project.
What to do to recover my creative mojo after this episode, is another matter altogether.
One feels like a total bone head after such defeats.
I may have to sit in a rocking chair somewhere [I don't have one] and suck my thumb or something equally pathetic to regain my sense of creative self worth.
Because believe me, it's in the sump pump of the basement right now...
(What a drama queen. It's just a dumb toy that didn't turn out. Get a grip on yourself.)
I think I'm going to need chocolate.
Lots and lots of chocolate.
Especially because I can FEEL the insane desire to knit ANOTHER one on smaller needles with different yarn to PROVE I can do this!
Somebody please stop me….