Remember when I bought that amazing book? (It was that glorious weekend I took Joe to Portland for his birthday and we stayed at this infamous and totally awesome hotel and saw Rick Huddle's one-man show Spent and stumbled upon a crowd of Santas like one has never seen before.)
And, of course, we went to Powell's, Portland's sprawling yet sultry book store. And I found the book that gently led me one delicious step further than simple knitting...and into felting.
So I knit. And felted. And then, because I just can't leave well enough alone, some embroidery and beads and stuff too. A fun little project that kept my fingers busy and will now (I assume) grace the Christmas trees of those I love the most.