T-shirt yarn.

Lookie lookie what Sunanna made!

(Sunanna’s me, btw.)

Over a month ago I was given a jumbo, Santa-sized-sac of hand-me-down clothing.  (Always appreciated!)  There was this gigantic, old Philadelphia Eagles T-shirt that I knew would not be welcome in our home.  And while perhaps it might have been welcome in our neighbors’ home, I know that they have even nicer Eagles wear.  So technically I was doing them a favor by relieving their wardrobe of unnecessary junk.

(See how I justify myself?)

Anyhow, I saw this tutorial on making your own T-shirt yarn.

Why, you ask, would I make my own T-shirt yarn?

Well, ’cause there’s this tutorial on making your own rug!  We all know that rugs are painfully expensive; and I personally cannot stomach forking out my hard-earned cash for something upon which dirty feet will surely be trampling.

So I have this vision for a large, eclectic, colorful round rug that will go in our eventually-rearranged living room.

Pros:

• This was so fast and simple!  The yarn curled up with unexpected ease.
• I was able to do this and talk on the phone with Momma at the same time.
• I have a pretty ball of yarn for free.

Cons:

• Ironically, when I was stretching the fabric, I gave my hand rug burn.  (But that was only confirmation that this yarn is destined to be a rug!)  Instantly wiser, I finished by wearing gloves.

Expected difficulty:

• When you’re cutting the folded T-shirt, it takes a little more hand strength to get the scissors through four layers of fabric.  Fortunately, as a hairstylist, I exercise my hands daily and they were well up to the task.
• Cats find this project to be entertaining and infuriating.  I expect a lot of cat hair to be crocheted into my future rug.

Oh, one other thing: I did end up giving away my afghan on Monday morning.  Not much to tell.  It was so early that the sun had yet to rise.  I noticed a man walking on the street in the bitter cold with what looked like trash bags wrapped around him.  Upon u-turning and intercepting him, I realized that he was wrapped in a thin, white blanket with red trim.  Regardless, most of us bundle in coats and scarves when we’re out in the cold, not blankets.  So I insisted that he take mine.  His initial expression read fear, then confusion, then curiosity, then gratitude.  It dawned on me later that I had my head wrapped all gansta-like in my bandana ’cause I needed to wash my hair but wanted to wait until after the gym… So I’m sure that it was an unusual sight seeing a little woman from the ‘hood waving a chunky knit afghan out of her car window like she was taunting a bull, saying, “Take it!  It’s cold!”

I hate the cold.