Playing With Wool

Once upon a time I made a felted cord (the musician in me resists typing "chord") and embroidered it, then made two felted and embroidered endings for it, adding some loopy knitting tapes to cap things off:

This cord was felted with roving, and a long piece of crewel wool was the center of it-- just in case the cord wanted to thin out and become many pieces.  I love the result, and combine it with a scarf and another felted neckpiece I found in Asheville (center of All Things Civilized) to wear with a blue wool jacket from Fall thru early spring.

Since that time, I have often thought about the process and how to vary it, how I might create another neckpiece that would be more interesting without slipping over the line into gaudiness, and this past week I began to work in earnest on the project.

First, I crocheted a cord of a lovely pale green and lavender heather wool, but ran out of the 3-ply yarn and found nothing with which to continue it, so at 30 inches, I set it aside and rumaged through the yarn to find a continuation.  No such luck.  Anything else I could find was not the right size, and was certainly much too soft.

Then I remembered a cone of ink bottle green Harrisville wool yarn meant for weaving.  Knitting and crochet threads have been fluffed and fulled after spinning, which is what makes them so appealing in a yarn store.  Yarns spun for weaving are left tight and unwashed so they are used first to weave piece then to full (wash or wet and agitate the yarn) the woven piece.  The fulling process is like a mini felting process, and it closes up the small spaces between the yarn in the cloth.

I started a second cord with the weaving yarn.  This Harrisville wool was a two ply, thin yarn, somewhere between a size 5 and 8 perle cotton, so the crochet was fraught with moments of searching for the correct swear word to express that particular situation.  After about ten or twelve inches, I realized that I could use that irregularity to my advantage, and I began to deliberately vary the thickness of the cord.  81 inches later, I was satisfied that I had enough cord to work with.

In this picture you see the cord and some of the irregularities I mentioned.

I decided to see what would happen if I began adding wool roving and wool stitching to the cord before it was felted.  Wow!!!  This was almost sinfully delightful, stuffing parts of the cord, wrapping other sections, needle felting the roving into the crocheted body, threading an especially large tapestry needle and stitching odd, random threads over the roving and around the crochet . . .  I should make dozens of these cords for my mental health!!!  Any frustrations I may have felt over the real or imaginary conflicts in my life were resolved with the work on the cord:

Gaudy?  I couldn't have cared if this cord ended up as a drapery tie-back in a bordello,  and I could have gone on for weeks this way except for the realization that as much fun as this was, the real fun would begin after the cord was felted and ready for embellishment.  I put the two pieces of cord in a mixing bowl and poured boiling water over them and stirred for a few moments.  The smell of wet animals filled the kitchen . . .  I wrinkled my nose and stirred some more.  Some of the blue dye released (probably from the roving), but when I drained the hot water off and changed to ice water, the color set.  A second bath of boiling water was clear, and after some more stirring the wool was ready for the washing machine.

Here I should explain that I cannot felt wool by hand any more because my palms are no longer flat, thank you Mr. Arthritis.  These days, I depend upon the washer for any felting that may happen around here.

Charles was glad to donate his yard-work clothes to the cause— denim is the best thing I have found to use with wool in the washer.  Denim is high-density, tightly-woven, and unless you are dealing with designer jeans, they have a pretty hard surface.  This is the perfect substitute for hands in agitating wool.

Into the wash.  I checked once to make sure things were not tangled, and the cord was shrinking nicely.  Maybe too nicely.

Out of the washing machine, the 81" cord now measured 76 inches!  And the pitiful pale green 30" cord came in at a whopping 32 inches!  The only explanation I could think of was that the pale greencord was beautifully uniform, but almost twice as fat as the second, longer cord.  In the shrinking process, the cord became thinner, but grew two inches longer, the way children enter puberty as chubby little buttons and come out tall and willowy . . . ???

Into the dryer.  Listening to the drum bang the clothes around, I wondered if the original 81inches of crocheted cord was going to be long enough to work with after all this processing!

The final measurements:  the 81" cord that shrank to 76"  now measures 68" long.  And little shrimp cord of 30" that grew to 32" is now 31" short.  I will set little shrimp aside and think of something for it to become, but not now.  The stitching and embellishing of the long cord begins this afternoon!