4 Mothers

507It was in the lost and found at the kids’ school, looking like a forlorn street urchin, but it felt like royalty.  A holey cashmere sweater, one that would never be worn again.  Not only had the moths been at it, but something had savaged its elbows.  But it called to me.  The softness!  The luxury!  I asked for permission to raid the lost and found and took home the cashmere rag and threw it in the washing machine for two sessions in the hot and aggressive cycle.  (As you may have found out by accident, when you wash pure wool in hot water it shrinks to half its size and all the knitted threads meld together to make a solid fabric rather than a woven one.  More details here.)

Out came a felted, soft as a peach (still holey and savaged) sweater, but this is something I could…

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