I was so excited about my wool cuffs. I swirled four of them on the hot cycle–twice! With jeans! And they just aren’t snug enough. They didn’t shrink enough. They just aren’t . . . enough. Sigh. What a waste of good wool yarn. A bit pricey good wool yarn too. Positive thought: good art is made with many mistakes, so I’ll just chock it up to that. Like I’d stop anyway.
I was just about to write “wish for new year: win lottery.” It’s just so cliche. How about, instead: my wares begin to sell with alarming speed. Happy customers come back for more and more. They tell friends; I make a living w/o succumbing to evil cubicle job in large gray hermetically sealed office building (terribly claustrophobic, allergic to state jobs and mass mediocrity). Instead, I thrive in creative freedom–gardening bliss, baking happiness and dog walking splendor! I like that one much better.
Slept dreadfully last night, much noise in my nook of a neighborhood lately. As usual, I need coffee. . . ta-ta, d.
P.S. Will accept ANY felting tips you may have to share. Much appreciated. Thank you. d.