I felt a bit creative...

Some of you may know that I'm a feltmaker. Well...even though I make felt and sell a few of my scarves every now and then I always hate to label myself as something. I'm better than some and not as good as others...so lets just say I occasionally make felt stuff.

Anyway, today as the sun started to show itself, after I'd wondered what the light actually was, my thoughts turned to feltmaking..and sure enough the postie brought me my International Feltmakers Association journal and this month's Making magazine which just happens to have a little bit of felt in it. Well not actually in it, but you know what I mean.

Sooo. I feel that within the next few weeks I'll be getting busy again...but I need some inspiration first. I have the hankering to do something different. Ok, you can blame the Alexander McQueen documentary "McQueen and I" for that. I loved the way he made something ordinary into something exquisite, and Isabella Blow just "got" it.

So...I thought, why not put up a few pictures here of some little oddities of mine. Two needle felt happenings and a wet felted alien flower thing.

They're a glimpse into what sometimes happens when you're not paying attention and just let the material speak (or could they just be a glimpse into a disturbed mind?)

First up.....is it pin-cushion, a tiny sculpture or just a blob?

It's made from a course wool...Corriedale I think and needle felted. I love letting those little ropes of bright colour wind around their target. Size wise it's roughly around the size of a small cupcake and is currently gathering dust on my mantelpiece (with a needle in it)

Next we have our strange alien flower thing...



I started off wet felting a little layered square with a centre layered over a resist of scrunched up aluminium foil and cling-film...the little pocket that results allowed the "petals" to be formed. I have no idea how I ended up with this...it just happened. It's hollow if you look at the back and is about the size of my fist. I did contemplate wearing it as a fascinator in the fashion of dear old Isabella Blow, however I didn't think that the Far North was quite ready for high fashion just yet!

Finally...meet Fred....

He's tiny and needlefelted out of some local fleece.

So there you have it...a peek at what I sometimes get up to..which reminds me..I should be at a crafters meeting....ooops!