On the way home from Wit’s End we stopped back at the Dinkelville farm stand and ran into our neighbor on the other side, also Rich. Back at home I found Sophie where I left her- sleeping in her new French Market Bag Cat Bed. This was a first project in wool felting. The second one, a book bag for Abby, also ends up having more cat appeal than anything else. This is just as well since it was occuring to me that ten pounds of felted wool is probably not the book bag of choice at USF and Abby pointed out that although I had chosen colors she likes and incorporated the green and gold of the school it was looking more like a political statement than anything else. Felting is an interesting and very imprecise process, at least in my hands. You knit this giant version of what you want and then purposefully shrink it in the washer. My work shrinks however it wants and as little or as much as it wants and generally unevenly, despite frequent checks and blocking. This felting process is some kind of metaphor for life; I’m just not sure how to apply it yet. In the meantime I’m going back to straight knitting. I finally finished a sweater prior to the season starting. While my pale silk Spring sweater still sits within 4 rows of being done, this one is complete and ready for chilly Fall evening walks with the man I love. It took 8 skeins of Manos del Uruguay, lot 113, for a size medium. Next time I do this pattern (Knitting Pure and Simple, Neckdown Pullover) I will do a small- although I like the comfortable bulk of this to wear with jeans.