I washed this skirt without realizing it was wool because the fabric came to me from Mrs. R. While I do love found fabric, I have to figure out its fiber content and this time I was wrong. I thought it was cotton because it was deeply lush and not scratchy at all. It's probably cashmere or something equally expensive and special.
Well, I ran the shrinky-dink skirt through hot water and the dryer to be certain it was felted, then I cut it up as hotpad filler. It makes a plump, sturdy hotpad, so I am mostly consoled. Who else has cashmere-filled hotpads?
I am a wife and mother of two. I am a stay-at-home mom, a Mennonite, and a city dweller. I like to make things (see the blog categories below). This blog is a record of what I make and the ways I try to be thrifty. Welcome!
"Thrift is the really romantic thing; economy is more romantic than extravagance...thrift is poetic because it is creative; waste is unpoetic because it is waste...if a man could undertake to make use of all the things in his dustbin, he would be a broader genius than Shakespeare."