Fulling hand knit pieces in the washing machine is a very hands-on process. Items go through a slow metamorphous, first slumping into loose, stretchy blobs in the hot water, then slowly firming up, while still lacking defined shape.
Pieces are regularly pulled out of the water, squeezed, checked for progress, and returned for more agitation as needed. Eventually the tangled fibres thicken into such a dense fabric that the basic shapes maintain their integrity.
Then the fun begins as pieces are further shaped by hand; smoothing here, tugging there, stretching or molding pieces into their destined forms. This is when I feel a kinship with potters. . .