Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Groucho Marx (1890-1977)
This week has flown by and as I sip my second cup of coffee, I am not sure if I can even believe how quickly Monday has morphed into Friday.
It has been a wonderful week full of hope and promise and new beginnings.
I just can't believe how quickly it has gone.
I feel as though I need to blog again, each day, to keep track of it.
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In December, I found a book at Barnes & Noble called The ugly Duckling and immediately brought it home with the idea of creating an ugly duck and sewing a book-cover with a small (I mean tiny) quilted pocket for the duck to rest in while not being played with. It has taken me some time to finish the duck- now to begin the cover- maybe I can get it finished before Easter!
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I also finished the Road to Oz handbag this morning and tagged it and will get it in Etsy as soon as I can.

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I stayed home Wed & Thursday and felted wool sweaters in the washer- I found zippered pillow case covers at Home Goods and used them to contain the wool fibers that have previously been creating calamity with the plumbing! Thanks to my friend Cheryl who so wisely told me that little tip- I had never really researched any directions, plunging headlong into felting in the washing machine with total carefree abandon- that's me, miss-leap-before-looking! I am not cautious- I am the opposite of that...will I ever learn?
Anyway, I had tied rubber bands around glass marbles in the wool sweaters on the way to Tallahassee in Dec and finally got around to felting them- the glass marbles act as a resist and when they are removed the texture remains- now, what to make with it...

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I am looking for a good source for wool roving- if you know of one please let me know- I want to make felted wool vessels and found a beach ball...that's the first step- gathering all the materials...then months from now, or so it seems, I will have something to show for it!
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I feel better finishing things, really, and so next week I am going to really dig down and find that work ethic I seem to have buried under a pile of new stamps and paper and fabric just waiting, patiently to be transformed into that next new thing.
hugs and stitches,
kim















































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