what i hate about pure wool, – really, really hate – , is that it transforms completely after the first washing.
everything changes: tension, touch, fuzziness, size, sometimes even colour. i choose the softest, glossiest wool in the store, knit a perfect (well, … does not matter right now!) garment, love it for one day and then BAM! washed and blocked. i now own a fuzzy, loopsided, pilling, shabby piece of shit.
that’s why i work with cotton whenever possible.