I’ve been MIA since Thanksgiving. My fan complained and demanded a new blog post. So fan (you know who you are) this one’s for you.
Christmas was lovely. We spent it with our sweet neighbors, Rusty and Lynda and their extended family. Then on New Year’s Eve, we took a short cruise with other friends. Following that, I got sick. Cough. Sniffle. Sneeze. Headache. I finally broke down and took myself to the doctor.
We had to get on an airplane. I didn’t want my head to explode.
He diagnosed me with a sinus infection, prescribed antibiotics, and off we went to Southern California to check out step-daughter Amy’s new home and life.
She took us to the Chapman University, in Orange, California. She works there as Assistant to the Dean of the Law School. I fell in love with the town of Orange. Small, quaint, charming stores and restaurants. If it weren’t so far away and expensive I’d want to relocate there.
I also fell in love with Magna Tiles! Amy’s kids, Deven and Mishri, have vast quantities of the creative magnetic shapes. Magna Tiles are the next gift I’m buying for my cute grandson, Tate. Mo and Stephen, don’t tell him. I want them to be a surprise.
When we got home from California we headed to Anna Maria Island to pick up Bronson the Wonder Dog. He was staying with his surrogate parents, Brookie and Earl. While there I saw colorful felted scarves used as a wall hanging. I immediately decided my next creative endeavor would be knitting wool and then felting it. I would reinvent myself as felter extraordinaire.
What’s felting, you ask? If you’ve ever accidentally thrown a 100% wool sweater in the wash and shrunk it, you have felted.
The following day I drove to JoAnn’s Fabrics, plunked down thirty-five big ones on six skeins of Paton’s Wool yarn and set out to knit my first felting project.
First I made a small test patch. I boiled it on the stove top until our kitchen smelled like a barnyard. The wool shrunk. A lot. That’s when I realized I do not have the patience to create a super long scarf only to have it turn into half its original size.
But what to do with my yarn? I couldn’t return it, I’d already ripped the labels off and tossed the receipt. Therefore, I made dryer balls. Easy as pie. (Which isn’t that easy, therefore the expression is dumb.)
I made twelve in total. Here’s how. I wound the yarn into balls, stuffed them into knee-high stockings and tied the sections between with string.
I dumped them into the washer on the steam setting. Then thru the dryer at the hottest temperature.
Voila! Wool dryer balls. Supposedly they make your clothing dry faster, eliminate static, soften clothes and are earth-friendlier than fabric softeners.
Now I just hope our clothes don’t come out of the dryer stinking of wet sheep.