This last weekend I got my hands on some felt a friend was rehoming, and well, I went a little bonkers making needle books. It was fun, pretty quick, and I didn’t need to dig out my sewing machine. [note]Which I would have had to spend time servicing, anyway. Added bonus, there.[/note]
I wasn’t expecting it to lift my spirits like it did. I’ve missed making things.
So here’s to another small part of my life I’m starting to reclaim, post-divorce. I’m tempted to look up a pattern for a felt voodoo doll, but I’ll resist. [note]For now.[/note]