a very long time ago (okay, it was 1988, but who’s counting?), I took a magical trip to New Zealand. It was amazing and I loved every minute of it, but one of my favorite things was this little odd gift store I found in a deserted-ish area on the North Island. There I bought a big hank of local DK weight wool in tan, and one in an olive green.
Later I stayed two nights on a working sheep station, but that story is for another time, when the scanner is working and I can provide pretty pictures.
The next stop on my road trip was San Diego, and I had a lot of time on my hands there for a few days while I was waiting for work to catch up (I did costumes in those days, pre-writing phase). I went to the nearest general store type of place, and bought a pair of size 5 needles, and made up this pattern that night.
Eventually, I got this –
Now, that sweater hasn’t fit me right in more years than I care to to admit, in fact due to my poor patterning skills at the time it didn’t really fit well from the beginning, but I just couldn’t seem to part with it. It has moved with me over and over and over again. I don’t wear it, but I don’t want to live without it.
Fast forward to last month when I discovered the magic of felting. Hmmmmmm…
So I threw the sweater in the washing machine in the hopes of getting some wonderful felt to make a handbag or tote from. That way I can get a little more use out of my wonderful memory.
Will let you know how it turns out….