Now I love a bit of trivia – always have. My brain has, for as long as I can remember, been a receptacle for Extremely Useful Information What Others Might Fink Is Rubbish. It started young, as most things do, and one of my favourite childhood Christmas presents was one of those Big Books of Trivia – thicker than the bible and far too heavy for my weedy 7-year-old arms. Still though, I devoured that book – I can still remember three bits of trivia even now:
If your hair suddenly stands on end for no reason you are probably about to be hit by lightening.
Christopher Columbus signed his name as ‘Cristabel Colomb’.
Chinese people believe sex at night causes blind babies.
Whilst the first fact made me unnecessarily nervous of static electricity and the third fact baffled me beyond words (‘but…but…when else would you have sex?’), they stayed with me for thirty years. True, I’ve never once had to apply any of these facts to my every-day life but if I was a lusty chinese sailor on board the Santa Maria in the middle of a thunderstorm I’d thank my lucky stars for that book.
Ok, so a lot of trivia is ultimately useless, but still it creates the illusion of intelligence ultimately enriches our lives.
DID YOU KNOW that the Wise Old Elf in Ben and Holly is also Brains from Thunderbirds, and that Grandpa Dog from Peppa Pig (UK dub) had a cameo in the last series of Game of Thrones as the Mad King?
DID YOU KNOW that I once hosted a morning show on local radio that went really well until I decided to sing?
DID YOU KNOW that Flippity Felts is now up and running as a business, with items on Etsy and sculptures available for commission if you contact me via my shop, my facebook page or this website?
It’s ok, you can admit it – I’ve added to your lives by imparting these facts to you – especially that last one – haven’t I. Which wasn’t useless. Not at all. Very useful, in fact (buy my stuff!)
We all know 2016 was a bad year. Virtually every celebrity died, UK and US politics burst into flames and Hodor was killed off in Game of Thrones.
I lost my felting mojo.
You might have noticed – my online activity dropped lower than xxx Ok, so I did a bit here and there, but the passion was – gone? Hmm, maybe not gone. Muted? I wanted to feel, but all I got was apathy. You see, for the first 6 months nearly all of my time was taken up with fibromyalgia and buying a house – felting had to be scaled right back. Then my nan died. It was horrible and unexpected and all of a sudden I just didn’t want to felt any more. My nan was fascinated by felting and, as she was with all her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, she was a proud and supportive influence. I made her a rabbit that my mum knitted clothes for, and it sat by her bed. Without her, even though I have dozens of loved ones who show me support and encouragement, I lost interest in a lot of things.
That wasn’t the only reason felting took a back seat, and I won’t bore you with the ins and outs, but there did come a time when I looked at my fibre stash and thought ‘Am I done here?’ I honestly thought that there was a very real likelihood that I would never get back into it and, bizarrely, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I mean, if you’ve lost interest in a hobby then what do you care if you’ve abandoned it forever? Yet I still felt sad. Did I want to put this hobby to bed, or did I want to get back the spark I once had? I honestly didn’t know.
So I made balls.
No, really. Get your minds out of the gutter, I’m only talking about the shapes! But I did, I made balls. I didn’t have the passion or the energy to make anything even vaguely challenging (having moved to a new town, my new commute to work took it out of me for a few months); as the proud owner of a new Burmese kitten (a breed so people-orientated that they can’t bear to be apart from their humans) I wasn’t able to snatch more than half an hour here and there, lest the cat try to run off with one of my needles. By making balls I was getting back into the right frame of mind – and I cannot emphasise enough how important that was – whilst slowly building up a stash of ‘parts’. When the time did come that I felt ready to start making things again I already had a bag full of basic shapes that I could use as a starting point for any future project.
So… Not the funniest post from me today, but I wanted to give an update of sorts. My felting mojo is most definitely back, and I have a bit more of a plan, a direction, than I had before. There are things I want to do, and you will also notice small changes happening on this website as I tidy things up a bit, move things around and update my branding and images. Nothing major, but I want to start making some exciting little changes. But more on that another time. For now I’m just happy to be back.
So if you’ve lost your felting mojo, you know just what to say.
Here’s the cat by the way!
PS – I also wanted to point out to those of you who follow my blog – even though I don’t update my blog very often (although this will change) I do still update other parts of my website, but I don’t think you get notified when I do that.
A short while ago I was asked by someone in a felting forum if there were any tips I might be able to pass on to someone new to the felting process. I had to read the message a few times because the sudden swelling of my head was starting to impair my vision, and I already wear glasses as it is.
Obviously one of the main purposes of my site is to provide guides to felting, and many of my tips are/will be found on subject specific pages. Here, however, are some more general tips, in no particular order:
If you have to cut away at your work for any reason, remember to patch the ‘wound’ up with some fibre or your work will shed tiny fibre dust from the wound forever-more.
Using core wool makes life easier, but core wool can be used for purposes other than core creation (texture, hair, long fur, top colour etc).
Spend the extra time making your core as firm and smooth as you can – all wool felts easier onto a firm core (and if your core is squishy you will often find the act of adding a top layer of fibre will distort the shape as you are essentially continuing to felt it. Similarly, you may find that any colour added will sink into the core if the surface tension isn’t hard enough.)
Underestimate the size of everything you plan to make – you can always increase the size if you have to, but once you’ve made something too big that’s it. Nearly every single project I’ve been unhappy with has been down to making an element (like a cheek) too big and trying to adjust the scale to compensate. Messes it up every time.
Few people find working with armatures easy – you are not alone.
Felting takes A LOT longer than YouTube tutorials suggest. We all know they have to be edited for speed/ time, but rest assured that many of these tutors must be seriously underfelting their work for the sake of making a helpful tutorial.
Carded fibres are easiest to work with when adding top colour but are completely unsuitable for hair/ long fur.
Join a felting group if you can (there are plenty on Facebook) – they are invaluable.
Merino is really tough to felt with, and virtually impossible to make a decent core from.
There is no cheating in art – if you want to glue an eye on, glue it on. If you want to use polymer clay, use polymer clay. Just make it neat, make it help and make it your way, and if anyone accuses you of ‘cheating’ extend both middle fingers and ask them which one they’d prefer to swivvel on (or y’know, something less aggressive).
If you’re felting in the evening, the second time you stab yourself is the time to put down the project for the night.
Finger guards take a little time getting used to but are worth it. However, they are not failsafes – needles can and do still pierce them, but slow the stab down enough for you to move in time.
Getting a very neat, fuzz-free surface requires work (and won’t be achievable with certain fibres.) And before you dissolve into a sticky, snotty, wailing ball of frustration at not being able to replicate the god-like neatness of the Japanese and Russian felts that are all over Pinterest (you know the ones) it’s worth remembering that this neatness may have been achieved by using scissors (for trimming), wet felting, hairspray or a special fast-felting fibre, the name of which escapes me. Food photographers use white paint to make milk look more like milk; felt photographers may also be employing techniques to make their final object more photograph friendly. Or they might just be that good. Either way, I’m as jealous as hell.
I’m pretty certain that one day my son will be lying down on a long couch and sobbing to a therapist about how his mummy made hundreds of toys but he was never allowed to play with them. For me, if not other needle felting parents, this is what causes me the most grief.
He’s 3. I barely trust my husband with handling my creations, let alone the heavy-handed, sticky-pawed mini Dexter that lives with us. He tries so hard to be gentle and, for the first 5 minutes (if I’m lucky) he remembers to be ‘very carefully’ [sic] with my models. Then it all goes to hell. Limbs get pulled off, eyes mysteriously shift position, wool fluffs up so much it may as well be back on the sheep – you get the picture.
I’ve stopped showing him the majority of my creations now partly because of this, and partly because he doesn’t especially like my Dead Eric series and quite frankly I don’t handle criticism well (especially when it’s being dished out by a certified poo poo head.). My son doesn’t sugar coat things – he licks the sugar off his opinions and studies you out of the corners of his eyes before dishing out devastating repostes. That’s my boy.
So we’ve reached a compromise. I make him his own felted creatures, which he is welcome to destroy to his heart’s content; he abandons them after a cursory glance and resumes his efforts to reach Barry the Bat (with his irresistibly fragile wings). Hey, I didn’t say it was a good compromise!
He’s too young for needle felting himself (well duh!) but I do like to get him involved. We have a little ritual now that we both enjoy – the viewing of the sketchbook. Whenever I’ve designed a new character or creation we sit down together and it’s his job to come up with their names. This is how we’ve ended up with names such as Hesserly the hedgehog, and Apple Boo and Cooloo the Felted Fiercies. There are names that make sense, such as ‘Stampy Feet’ the monster and ‘Little Ears’ the sheep (although its ears aren’t particularly little, if I’m honest). ‘Mr Nose’ the pig I can see the reasoning behind; the same with ‘Running Around’ the fox and ‘Scruffly’ the badger. I’m not too sure of the logic behind ‘Swoo’ the rat, ‘Agorda’ the wolf or ‘Lops’ the owlet, but I presume there is some in his little three year old brain. I don’t know where he got the idea for ‘Derek’ the seahorse or ‘Barry’ the bat, but they’re proper names at least. ‘Dratty’ the bee I quite like. I have my reservations about ‘Splats’ the Day of the Dead figure though, and Deydrick the raccoon just baffles me.
i think everyone needs a 3 year old to name things. Hours of fun.
Distracting him with this new position of authority doesn’t stop him from asking, twinkly-eyed with hope, ‘is that a new one, mummy’ whenever he sees me surreptuously sneaking a new creation onto my designated felt-shelf, but it at least distracts him long enough for me to stand a Dead Eric or two on guard to protect them. He’ll probably be mentioning that to the therapist one day too.