Needle-Felted Spring

I’ve been doing a lot of needle-felting in the evenings after the children go to bed. I’m finding that my capacity for intense mental concentration (as I would need for editing) is just no longer there after about 9 p.m. I’m enough of a worrywart that I have trouble relaxing and find that having something to occupy my hands helps. I can’t really explain why the stabby-stabby motion of needle-felting is soothing to me, but there you go.

Here’s my new blue bird friend. Somehow, making spring art (art? can I call it that?) seems appropriate. This mama bird will live on our nature table for a while.

I just wasn’t satisfied with the eyes I tried out. I kind of like her without eyes, but maybe I’ll add some later.

These three blue eggs are only about an inch long.

However, these Easter eggs I’ve been needle-felting are two and a half inches long and fit nicely in the palm of my hand.

3 Responses to “Needle-Felted Spring”

  • Kat
    March 24, 2010 at 2:41 pm

    I get a lovely, peaceful feeling looking at your bluebird. You are one talented creatrix.

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  • Amani
    March 24, 2010 at 3:29 pm

    yes, you can call it art. It’s lovely, really lovely!

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  • nicole (frontier dreams)
    March 24, 2010 at 11:11 pm

    Love them!! and your bird too!

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