In which I am a basket case

I have been wanting to needle-felt for a long time, but kept putting it off until "I have more time".  Which. We don't get MORE time, do we?  We get less as days and weeks go along. In 2007, I saw a woman needle-felting a hat and that was all I wanted to do.

It took until last summer (2014) for me to actually begin needle-felting. I started three things at once last summer, reading with lenormand cards, zentangling, and felting.  Lenormands were easy, as they were not unlike all the other cards, but with their own slant.  Divination (as I like to call it) comes easy for me. I read everything (but not all the time -- only when the moment lights up -- when the intercom comes on, so to speak). Zentangle is slowly improving, but I'm a sloppy writer and can't draw a lick. It's meditative, which... so is felting.

Threeentirely different skills, all at once, and each complimenting the other.

This one not yet dry enough for the sun-burst I'll add by needle-felting.

A sample of my work this week in felting (both needle-felting and wet felting)