Some weeks ago, fighting the lazyness one feels after dinner, I prepared myself, faced the cold and went to a little workshop in the local library. Kim, a fellow wetfelter, was giving a workshop on felting stones. I didn't really care about whether I needed to learn to felt stones or not. I mean, I had never done it but I thought, hey... I guess I could do it...I can make a bag I could felt a stone.
Either way, I wanted to go because after visiting Kim's shop, I knew she is an experienced, talented artist (...and I haven't been doing this for more than 1 yr) and also...I don't know that many felters around here! And i like meeting people with similar interests.
I was pleasently surprised. I had fun, learnt a trick or two and most importantly met a really warm, funny person with whom I've agreed to organize some kind of felting day just to work and get to know each other better. You never know what cool collaborations can come out of that.
Well, here are my felted stones. They were stopping a door in the living room until my kid picked them up and threw them accross the room. I envisioned a smashed tv or window so I put them out of reach. They are pretty heavy!