Wednesday, August 18, 2021 The Workshop

This used to be called “Watercolor Wednesday,” but due to the lack of watercolor projects in my life at this point, I’m making an executive decision to call it “Workshop Wednesday” instead. I can do that because I don’t have to consult anybody about these things. And I like alliteration.

So, short and sweet today – more photos, fewer words. I’ve started the next felt animal in the book of patterns that I have. It’s a fox named “Mr. Oak.” Mr. Oak’s set of accessories called for little felt balls. I took a look at what JoAnn’s had to offer – big bags of garishly colored synthetic balls. Yuck. So I consulted with my friend Mr. Google and he directed me to the Guru of Craftiness – none other than Martha Stewart. I don’t want to hear your jokes about Martha – she’s a genius when it comes to making things beautiful and making beautiful things. I was able to use some of my yarn (following her instructions) to make exactly what I needed.

Here’s what Mr. Oak is supposed to look like when I’m done.

See that cute beret with the felt ball on the top? Anyway, this is how far I’ve gotten.

I made the beret but there are certain “fit” problems that I’ll have to fix.

Ha ha! It looks like a very strange chef’s hat!! I still need to add the ears to the beret as well, which seems like an odd kind of circumstance for Mr. Oak. “I’m sorry, but I can’t hear you – let me put my beret and ears on.” Also, Mr. Oak has a “cravat,” and I discovered when I tried to put it on that I don’t know how to tie one. Another consultation with Mr. Google will be required, I think. By next week, I hope to show a photo of the finished project.

And here’s the next one in the Psalm Project that I started back in the day.

I was definitely in Zentangle mode when I made that one. I’m getting fired up to keep going – I’ve done six already and have started roughing out the plans for Psalms 7-10. This clearly will keep me out of trouble for quite a long time. You know what they say about idle hands…

Well, so much for the promise of fewer words. Wordy people like me should never make promises like that.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning, but only if the sun comes up looking like a beautiful felt ball.