Anyone want to guess what this is? Perhaps the inside of my wastebasket? Or the floor after I've finished a project? (Uh, no it isn't BUT this IS what my floor looks like after I've finished a project! Why aim for the wastebasket when the floor is so much more convenient?) Anyway, what you're looking at here is an honest to goodness compulsive behavior!
I'm constantly working with felt, and that means I create a ton of felt scraps. Sure, it would be easy to pitch a few little scraps here and there; some might even argue sane, but I can't bring myself to do it. Maybe it's the exschool teacher in me that learned most things have value to a creative mind, or my Polish ancestry that has a tendency to save everything "for a rainy day", but I see diamonds in this colorful heap. Somewhere, in the back of mind, behind this week's obligations, daily errands, and other interactions with humanity, I have an idea forming to turn these scraps into a work of art. The actual usage hasn't made itself known to me yet, but I'm sure one day while showering or waiting for a traffic light to change, or...Read more