Stop the presses

I haven’t done much finished stuff the past week or so, it’s been a very doodly-minded sort of time. Even the needlework in my hoop has turned out looking like a page from my sketchbook. Which is rad, but totally a symptom of space-brain.

I am learning to felt. Woo. This is very exciting. I love when friends de-stash. This will just leave weaving and spinning*, I think, as far as fiber arts go. Unless there is something awesome and cool I do not know about, which in that case I will add it to the life list of Shit Brenna is Gonna Learn.

* I technically have done hand-spinning before, but I was like eleven and that does not count because it turned out awful

There are real projects, I swear. It’s just that I cannot show you any of them.