A few years ago I picked up a felting needle - "what's this"?
I ignored my friend's admonishment that the needle tip was extremely sharp.
Promptly stabbing myself in the finger -
I was "hooked".
I have a "thing" for pink elephants
that dates to childhood and a silly song my dad sang about
pink elephants on the ceiling
pink elephants on the wall
lavender alligators running around in the hall...
Pink Ellie was made in the L.A. airport while Adventure-girl and I were
waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting
for a flight home.
We'd been to the homeland for a visit.
The return trip was not going so well and our luck was in-the-tank.
Poor Pink Ellie - born of angst...
What day of the week is that?
I'm a Thursday's child and a middle child to-boot.
That combination makes for super wishing powers -
like wishing for the perfect parking place
and having it appear...
Oh! back to topic -
*Pink Ellie*
We'd seen some donkeys in the field next to the homeland so -
donkey's were in my head
and I thought that one would appear at the end of my felting needle.
(I like to start sculpting felted creatures - behind first)
but(t) no!
No matter how the needle tried to adjust the wool roving into the shape of a donkey behind...
an elephant behind would appear!
Folks in that crowded airport let me have my space as I
stabbed
that long needle
stabbed
that long needle
over
and over
and over
into the wad of pink wool.
and over
and over
into the wad of pink wool.
Adults adjusted their curious children so a shoulder or backpack was between us.
Even Adventure-girl moved across the waiting area from me to separate herself from the
frenzied
stabbing
motion.
Whew!
4 hours from start to finish
Amazing what one can accomplish - when one must accomplish "something".
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