Later that evening, I went in to take the second load out of the washer and noticed a strange electrical smell in the laundry room....."Hmmmm, what the devil is that!" Oh, no! The washer had stopped in mid spin cycle, this can not be good...."Honey, there is something wrong with the washing machine." I made this remark at about 7:00 pm.
Sometime around Midnight, after my Dear, Sweet, Adorable Hubby and I had finished disassembling the washer for the second time to clear out all of the wool fuzz that had become entangled in the pump motor, I took this photo:As I snapped the shot, I could hear Jeff Foxworthy's voice in my head...."Here's your sign!"
God love my DH's wonderfully gentle and tolerant soul. It's a wonder he didn't ring my neck on the spot or at least yell a little, but he didn't. He simply said, "The next time you decide to felt, go ahead and call the washing machine repair man." I love you, Honey! XO
Of course, in the midst of the frustation and hard labor....my son, in his typical~ everyday is a holiday type attiude~ turned the washer shell into a submarine....the lid was the hatch door:) He gave the whole project a tumbs up!
After all of the embarrassing Hoop-La, I did make a Penny Rug. I used an old quilt applique pattern called, "Crow & Stars" and I hand stitched each piece using wool thread. I was quite pleased with the way it turned out. I think of them as a pair, male and female, settled in for the evening. He is the one on the left, quietly watching over and protecting his mate. She is calmly resting, knowing that she is safe and loved....even when she sometimes acts foolishly and has to be rescued by here adoring sweetie.
BTW, a couple of days later, I discoverd the secret to felting in the washer WITHOUT destroying the appliance. Simply put the wool items into pillow covers, the ones with the zippers. This way, all of the shedding wool remains inside the bag. Simple, but priceless advice....trust me!