I'll be holding a felting workshop in a few weeks, teaching some simple wool "painting" techniques. My last felting class was cancelled due to weather so while I was working up this little example last night I was ignoring the 8 new inches of snow on my porch. I refused to look. Kind of the visual equivalent of sticking my fingers in my ears and saying "lalala I can't hear you!"
Surely, by May we'll have spring.
'Til then, I have flower-filled meadows on my table.
Happy Thursday, all.