Wooly Booly

I spent much of Saturday afternoon working on three-dimensional, needle-felted sheep. I have decided that getting these objects to look uniform and symmetrical is a bit like trying to pluck my own eyebrows. You know I start out with eyebrows that look like Bert's (you know, of Ernie and Bert) and somehow I manage to pluck 'em down to two acceptable arches. So, like with the eyebrows, I will forge ahead and hope for the best with this wool project.

It is funny though how even after the wool is cleaned and carded and packaged for sale it still has that lanolin smell.Working with the wool makes me think of my chore coat at home on the farm and it makes me a little homesick - though it wouldn't help much to go there, Mom and Dad have switched from sheep to goats.