I gave in to my conscience and got to work on Sarah's Easter basket:
Sarah really likes blue, have I mentioned that? This little guy was needle felted, which is basically sculpting wool by poking it. It's excessively easy and gratifying and zen. I think his nest needs some flowers, don't you? I wonder if I can manage a daffodil.
I'm kinda feeling the sewing/needlework vibe right now. I gotta be honest, scrapbooking kinda (and I can't explain this adequately at all) scares me. Well, not scares, exactly. It just highlights how awful my memory is. Okay, and some of the embellishments freak me out. There's... there's just so much of it. All those papers and stickers and little fiddly things and the different glues and stuff. It's too much for my little brain.
I like yarn. I like wool. I like fabric. I think it's time I learned to sew.
And cross-stitch, which is kinda painting with thread. I can see that being pretty meditative, too.
First things first. I've got some needle felting to finish up. Daffodils, coming up!