It all started with Apple Day.
I met a woman there who made me make a felt apple with Lola to bump up the numbers in her workshop. But I enjoyed it beyond my expections. I got to play infinitely with colours and textures and I had no control over the final outcome - a very good thing for an anally-inclined person like myself. Plus the woman had a vibe I really liked but cannot describe.
Next thing I know, I've signed myself up for a felting course with her. Three - whole, playful, vibey - hours on a Tuesday. It's proper fun.
So I told a woman I had coffee with about it yesterday. She said, Felting? That's very Lancaster!
What do you mean? I asked. Well, Lancaster..... it's all very homespun and knitted plaits, isn't it?
Oh blimey. Have I accidentally joined some kind of movement? Will I become vegan? Take a weekly Gong Bath? Make my own soap from llama dung?
Watch this space.
I met a woman there who made me make a felt apple with Lola to bump up the numbers in her workshop. But I enjoyed it beyond my expections. I got to play infinitely with colours and textures and I had no control over the final outcome - a very good thing for an anally-inclined person like myself. Plus the woman had a vibe I really liked but cannot describe.
Next thing I know, I've signed myself up for a felting course with her. Three - whole, playful, vibey - hours on a Tuesday. It's proper fun.
So I told a woman I had coffee with about it yesterday. She said, Felting? That's very Lancaster!
What do you mean? I asked. Well, Lancaster..... it's all very homespun and knitted plaits, isn't it?
Oh blimey. Have I accidentally joined some kind of movement? Will I become vegan? Take a weekly Gong Bath? Make my own soap from llama dung?
Watch this space.
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