I once came very close to drowning in a riptide off Miami beach. An angel, or maybe even a band of angels, saved my life. Let’s go out for a beer and some knitting and I will tell you all about it…an inspiring and lovely story, seeing as how both my dear, dear friend Jennifer and I did make it back to shore safely that day.
That experience intensified my life long love of all things angelic.
Now, I find that experience is informing my craft table…
We had a needle felting class at a recent Knotty night and something in me clicked….the whimsical, Waldorfy mom I used to be when my kids were little, and the new fibermaniac me met for the first time over a really great latte from Wendy and the gals at Cool Beans. Thanks to Barb, Jean, and Vivian for the great tutorial and pointers that night!
Despite my phobia of sharp things, I am not afraid of these insanely sharp and jaggedy and pointy tools required to stab repeatedly at the pretty roving to make it behave (although if I do punch one through a finger I will drive myself to the ER to have them give me a gallon of lidocaine before it is pulled out.)
After making some kitschy Christmas tree ornaments for my first tries at needlefelting, I knew I was loving this new way to create. I got online and “poked around” on some great needlefelting sites, and watched some great how-to videos. I found a kindred spirit’s online store and ordered a kit and some wool. I dove into the gift stash that some of my dear mentors at spinning group gave me back in March when I first started spinning and started to play.
I made a cute snowlady, intended as a gift for someone special this holiday season, and then…these images started coming to me, and I have since been totally preoccupied with making these little angels.
The wonderful box from Sage Dream Designs arrived and made it even more fun…great colors, nice wool.
Today was spent letting them come…my favorite so far…this angel looks like it is gestating.
They will all be ornaments for myself and others now this holiday season. I am going to get an even better picture of all of them before I send them off to their new homes. I have to figure out how best to hang them, so folks can either put them on the tree or hang them anywhere else.
Most of the current knitting projects have been put on hold, partly because of my desparate love/hate relationship with knitting, which I hope to write about someday in an essay entitled, “Love, Hate, Knit, Purl,” and partly because holiday knitting and crafting takes precedence this time of year.