Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Felted Purses: a Story of Lust & Addiction...

Please note: I sincerely hope the title doesn't attrack unwanted sordid attention...this is not THAT kind of story:)

(The bags pictured in this story are based upon the Dumpling Bag design by SheKnits but I crocheted my purses & needle felted the embellishments . Check out her brilliant custom closure made of double rings. Genious! )

Having recently purchased the remaining skeins of deeply discounted wool several weeks ago, I have now gone dabbling into the sinister & highly addicting world of felting.

It all started innocently enough, as many addictions do. And like the Kool-aid dying, with all of it's colorful charm, felting lures you in with the promise of brightly colored, uniquely shaped finished objects. At first it was happy-go-lucky. Just a little crafty experimentation in the privacy of my home. So maybe I put off washing clothes for a while, maybe I hid dirty dishes in the cupboards & kept the curtain closed so as not to show the growing dust bunnies in my den.
Speaking of bunnies, if you recall my first felted object was the sweet & innocent squared bunny that I made for charity. How can a project for charity not be GOOD??? Then there was the chicken bag & those felted chickens. They represented everything good & sweet & innocent...springtime & Easter & renewal.

Before long, I was searching on the net for felted bags. I was becoming obsessed as I searched Ravelry & Etsy & Crochet & Knit Pattern Central for the ultimate bag design. This is where my downfall hit me in earnest. There were patterns everywhere, each one more alluring than the next, calling my name across the moors of my brain..."Heathcliff, is that you"? Er, eh hem.....there were bags of all descriptions, a person could go mad by the sheer numbers alone, not to mention the cute factor of them all.


It wasn't always like this. For years I tried to avert my eyes to the felting projects popping up like Kudzu all over the net. For years I closed my mind to felting for fear of the consequences. But subconsciously I may have been planning this binge for years. There were times when I would hungrily eye my husbands' 100% wool sweaters, trying to imagine how they would look all felted & re-made into a cute tote. "I am so sorry, honey! I didn't mean to wash your sweater in the machine, really". Why did I ignore the warning signs? I can quit anytime, really...it's just that my sisters are coming into town for a reunion & they all would love a bag. Then there are my co-workers & Mom & my daughter & the postal carrier lady. Oh and me, of course and.....Where can I get more wool yarn at this time of year & this far south?

Oh wait, have I mentioned that I've been needle felting as well?

"Hello...My name is Miss Julep & I'm a felting addict"....

3 comments:

  1. Such a fittingly breathtaking setting for your passionate adventures in felting! Your purses turned out perfectly. I've been hesitant to try felting, but your success-story is so inspiring :D

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  2. Thanks so much! That is a huge compliment coming from you. I can only imagine what you'll come up with in the felting world. Actually, I lied. I've no idea what your artistic brain will come up , but then that's what's so cool about your art.

    Does this conversation make me a pusher? Or at the very least, an "enabler"?

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  3. may i purchase your crochet dumpling bag pattern?

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