Long story short, they did't felt down enough, were too big, and he never wore them. In fact, he got a well-fitting pair of slippers from someone else the same year, so his slipper needs were met. After some initial disappointment, we both forgot about them.
Fast forward to this August - when packing up his room to move to Edinburgh, I found them under his bed, and reclaimed them as my own. A little chopping, measuring, and sewing... and they now keep my feet warm. One great thing about felted wool is that it doesn't come unraveled when you hack at it. I like happy endings.
Have you salvaged a failed knit?
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