My husband has had this jumper for eons. No, he is not a former ski instructor, ex raindeer-herder or one-time arctic fisherman. I like to think it is his keen sense of irony and appreciation for Nordic design that led him to this particular winter warmer. Or perhaps just the recklessness of youth…..Anyhoo, it was recently re-discovered at the bottom of a wardrobe whiffing faintly of moth balls but looking as good as new. It no longer fitted Z ‘s waistline or fashion sensibility and needed to find a new home. Because of it’s fine pedigree- pure Scandinavian wool if you don’t mind- I decided to give it to my sister who has a penchant for all things woolly. I thought she might unravel it it and re-knit it into something useful for my nieces. She’s good like that. Turns out she had an altogether craftier scheme up her sleeve.
A delightfully squishy birthday parcel arrived for me last week. Imagine my delight to find Z’s swanky sweater reincarnated as an amazing felted bag. I love it- thanks sis. Such clever and creative re-purposing- but that’s my sis. Did I mention that she’s good like that?
The jumper was felted in a warm machine wash followed by a stint in the dryer. It can be a bit of a trial and error technique but usually reliable with 100% pure wool. After felting it was cut up and sewn together. Have you got a felting project you’d like to share?
*For non-Irish readers this is a nod to brilliant song by 90’s Cork Band The Sultans of Ping