A dentist appointment in town today meant we had to leave all the horses in Daisy’s capable hands.
I haven’t been to Lerwick for many weeks. Truth be told is I can’t be arsed and so put off all my messages until the list is too long to ignore and the trip is worth the petrol.
One of the items on my list was more wool to felt with.
It is for needle-felting – a craft that I am trying to master.
And I found some – Messrs Jamieson & Smith Ltd, Shetland wool brokers.
The home of Shetland wool, indeed – natural combed tops (apparently – I am learning fast here). I did ask if they had any dyed coloured ones but no, they don’t do that now which is a shame. I would much rather buy local than hit the internet.
Every available wall had wool. I could’ve spent a fortune in there and I don’t even knit!
For me, this is a different world but one I have a secret hankering for. I think to myself “if only I could knit” but the realist in me remembers the hours of childhood knitting torture and so it is never going to happen. I have a panic-attack now just thinking about it.
But the needle-felting is my way forward. I enjoy it very much and hopefully I will move on from bird/penguins to bigger beasties.