Nuno felting is kinda awesome.


I have been swimming in ideas for felting for the past few months but have been soooo busy working on my barn that I have not allowed myself time away from that project to make fiber art.  Consequently, when I have rainy days I go a bit crazy having fun with making beautiful textile things.

I warmed up my skills on Wednesday with a couple simple scarves.  One a neutral blend of creamy whites and earth tones, fancied up just a touch with a short fringe of natural wool locks.  The other a bold combination of bright red, grey, and black, with a touch of white tencil running through the grey.  I made the fringe uneven for a more interesting effect.




On Thursday I wanted to try making a larger piece, a shawl, and incorporating some elements other than wool and silk fibers.  I used a vintage piece of lace table cloth that was not usable as it was with a stain and a hole, and I also found some silk material in my stash of silks that has a crinkle cloth texture to it which turned out very well and felted easily to the wool.


Lastly, I finally dug out some of the sari’s I bought last year when I went on a sari buying spree for nuno felting, then got too busy to do anything with.  I have learned that not all sari’s are going to be good for felting because many are made of stiffer silk fabric, and have less texture for the tiny wool barbs to hook onto.  I did have several sari’s that would be good for felting, however, and I looked at the possibilities.  I chose a sari that was soft and lightweight and had a texture I thought would work, and had beautiful colors.  I felt like I was in total experiment mode, but I love the results.  Sometimes I don’t think it’s possible to ruin felting, though I can’t really say that, I’ve done it before!!


One big mistake I made was microwaving the sari as I was in the process of felting it with the wool.  There is gold thread in the weave that was fine when it was very wet, but once the felting piece started to dry out, it burned a few little holes in the material, which I had to felt over to cover and hold together.

John showed up last night, a day early (he likes to surprise us) and we have been working on the barn all day today.  I was burned out on felting after two straight days of it anyway, so working outside in the fresh air is a good shift of energy.


Almost killed a guy!

It was dark.  The roads were shiny with the rain.  I was driving home through Salem on Lancaster Rd. near Lancaster Mall, going about 35 mph.

I had been to Joann’s for some beads and as I drove home I had the thought cross my mind, ‘Wouldn’t it be terrible if I got into an accident and got killed and my obituary would read, “She was on her way home after feeding her addiction at the bead store.”  They would find my body sprawled out all contorted among hundreds of shiny little beads.  I was feeling a little guilty about buying more beads I guess.

A few moments later, I had a thought about searching in my purse for something (OK, I’ll admit it, my phone) but my purse was on the floor of the passenger side so I couldn’t reach it.  That was interesting because I typically have my purse right beside my feet on my side of the car.  I remembered setting it on that side and thinking, ‘I won’t be able to reach my purse if it’s over here.’  Then I thought rightly, ‘I shouldn’t be getting into my purse while I’m driving anyway.’  So I left it there.  Not typical for me.

All those thoughts flashed through my mind in a fraction of a second as I looked at my purse across the car, and I thought, ‘Well, it’s true, I shouldn’t be looking at my purse, or my phone, or anything else while I’m driving anyway.  I’ll just wait till I get home.’

Within a few seconds, as I passed to the right of a line of cars turning left into a strip mall, I saw a man dash out from between two cars waiting to turn left.  He was only about 10 yards from my oncoming car (still going about 35) and I could barely see him apart from the red brake lights of the cars in front of and around me.  He also had dark skin and hair.  The only light colored thing on him was a dingy white t-shirt.  He was still practically invisible to me.

When he looked up at me, with a surprised look on his face, I saw him for the first time.  He sprinted to cross my lane before I hit him.  I braked quickly and barely missed him!  If I had been glancing away at that moment, I would have missed seeing him and would have hit him full on.

I am so glad for the little protective hints we get along the way.  Too often I have ignored them or argued against them, only to have my ignorance bite me later.  I am so glad I listened that night, and left my purse out of reach.

Hmmm . . . maybe I should make that a habit . . . or, hey . . . simply make a decision to never get into my purse while I’m driving.  That will be a tough one.  It probably saved that man’s life though.

I think I just taught myself tatting!

I decided to do a little weaving of the yarns I spun and felted to hold this focal point bead and I think I have figured out how tatting works.

I’ve always admired tatting and I have examined it closely, and it looks like little weavings. I know they use pins in a board and… well, , I think maybe I’ve got the basic idea.