Using mountain sheep, the same breed I used for the grey bag at Wolbeest’ workshop.
This will be just a small bag. More of a sack, really, because I already have a flap for closing. I felted a piece of sturdy cloth years ago for a swap and I’ve loved the fabric since. It has glitter and beads. For the swap I made it into a pair of oven mits. Wool is excellent for insulation.
The left over bit I savoured all these years and today it may become part of a bag.
If things go really well I might felt a second bag, a big white one A companion of my grey one. With locks. Wensleydale locks. This is my inspiration for it:
From a Russian felt artist called Elena but I can’t find her full name.
There are lots of things falling from the tree. It’s positively raining nuts!
It reminds me of the squirrels of the comic Mutts, by Patrick McDonell:
“Just call me Mr. Butterfingers”
So I dragged the stretcher to a safer place. It is time for my rest anyway.
I tried to sew a hook and bar to my lilac skirt, the one I wore to Münster. But we got distracted because who do we see thrashing about in the beech tree? The squirrel!
What a fine day.