A couple of weeks ago, an artist friend invited a bunch of other artist friends to her home on Saturday morning to "play." Apparently, she has "Sacred Saturday" every week in her home when her husband takes her two boys out and she spends the morning in the studio. Divine! (Actually, Jeff often takes out kids to McDonald's Playland for pancakes on weekend mornings and I am always encouraged to "just do my own thing.") These men are superfantastic husbands and fathers.
There wasn't any specific agenda, but somehow we ended up with a felting book, a big basket of roving and someone who had made some felt balls before. She became the teacher and several of us began rubbing, soaping, wetting and rolling.
I realize now that I should have put something in this picture for scale. I'd say it's slightly bigger than a golf ball. Are you surprised by the color combinations? Of course not. It was really fun. It took quite a long time, but that's ok. We all just chatted away with our wet hands and compared sizes and firmness.
The funniest thing is that we all insisted on slicing the balls open right away. Do they really need to dry? Someone called them felt geodes. Perfect. Now what to do with it? I could sew it to some snappy little wrist cuff and it could be a wearable pin cushion. It could made some wild wacky eyes for some kind of softie monster. Or I could just set it on the shelf to look interesting.
The group is called the Twisted Stitchers. They meet twice a month in the classroom of a local quilt shop to work on projects, chat and support each other. It's an amazing group and I was thrilled to be invited! Of course, I connected with them indirectly through blogging. Ah... let's pause a moment and sing the praises on blogging. Ok. That's enough.
The Twisted Stitchers meet again this week. I'll bring my camera!