When I was in high school, I bought myself a red cape made from wool sweater material. I think I thought it would be dramatic or mysterious or funky in the way an angsty teenager might want. Through the years, it has gotten very, very moth eaten. When it got too many holes to even consider using, I put it through the washing machine to felt it.
I’ve used larger pieces of it for other projects. It was a nice base for some dry-needle felting, but eventually it hit the point where there weren’t any areas of it that did not resemble swiss cheese. I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to use up the things I have had for a long time. By cutting the remaining parts of material into squares, I was able to get enough to make a wreath out of them.
The moth holes…
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