Too good to be true.

I knit a project in one day. That's right folks, it can be done. And I'm not talking about some cat toy either. A felted bag. And not just any one day, but a new year's day. Now granted I was on the couch for about eleven hours, nursing a hangover and listening to various football games and movies, but still. How truly amazing. I used up some stash yarn and just whipped it out. Intended for my mom, but now that I know I can make it in one frickin' day, I could knit one for everyone I know and then some and still be done by St. Patrick's day. HOWEVER, here's where the title of this post starts to make sense: I overly felted it. Blast! I didn't think it was even possible, considering my last foray into felting produced some not-so-felted booties. Of course now I have a practically new washing machine, so I should've taken that into account. And the directions did say "check often". But see we just got a subscription to the New York Times and I was engrossed in the dining section and before I knew it I had something that resembled a baby yeti. Frick! I mean, if you get within two feet of this thing the hairs will stick to you like white on rice. I know, you're looking at the picture thinking it looks good, but trust me people. I'm thinking, turn it upside down and use it for a halloween costume hat. But then I'll have a bazzillion red, blue, and black hairs imbedded in my scalp. Hmm. . . Could I relax it? I mean, I have experience with hair so perhaps I could maneuver a skills-crossover. Hair spray? Duct tape? We'll see. Let's just say I wouldn't give this to my arch nemesis let alone my mom. Eh bien! At least it only took one day. (-: