Why is it that sometimes the thing you make first, unthinkingly, and with the least amount of work turns out the best?

I whipped up a quick sample for a felt coaster last week and had great fun smunching it down into this wibbly-wobbly lovely little thing of joy:

It looks so wonderous with my Ellen Malmer dish. Here is one more, just to show off:

Problem is, I have since spent a wad of cash and ages of time knitting a placemat which DID NOT FELT PROPERLY.

Don’t believe those women at the knit shops. Do your own research.

No, wool that has anything else added to it WILL NOT felt properly.

Is it wrong to wish ill on someone for something so trivial? I mean really ill?