My OCD over messy bobbins has created this abomination.
I’m sure somewhere someone else has wondered if hand washing, then soaking, then manually squeezing cotton batting == delicate cycle in washing machine.
No. It does not. It equals ripped batting, cotton fluff balls stuck to everything, everywhere, which in turn means lots and lots of de-fuzzing and vacuuming.
Curiosity killed my batting. Don’t let it kill yours.
This is the cotton top I used for Our First Blanket. It was super-wrinkly. I asked Ivy how she got her fabric all nice and smooth. John does all the ironing and delights in the results. Soooo I needed to get a boyfriend who loved ironing. Scott probably wouldn’t approve since said boyfriend would also be a Blue Jays fan.