When your mind gets felted
A good friend mentioned that she was interested in felting. That’s all, just mentioned it.
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Somehow, that word bore into my head like a nail hammered into a board. I became temporarily fixated on felting. However, I can’t wear wool, so I was zeroing in on places where artists were making nuno felt (after ascertaining that it wasn’t itchy like felt because of the fabric backing, a “fact” which I haven’t tested myself yet). Here’s is a smattering of what I found. I could only