Because of the boredom I'm exposed to, I decided to felt this nice pocket.
I was curious to see whether I would make it or not. . .
(I have to say that I'm not such a big fan of felted articles, but this one has convinced me to dare it.)
I was really optimistic, the first week of my holidays was rescued.
Until I saw this. . .
And this. . .
and I became depressive. . .
But my mom had already bought the book with the guidances, so what?
I had to do it. . .
So I took the needle and the sponge,
and went into my room.
I grabbed the box with all my felt in every colour in it,
and everything I saw was. . .
. . .that there was no felt in it ?!
Today I'm about to go to the store near my house for buying some felt. . .
I still don't know where it is. . . *creepy*
and whether I will make it. . . :$
hopefully these are the only incidents which took place.
maybe someone up there doesn't want me to do it. :0
But I think I won't die while felting. -and if that happens, you will notice it as the first!
Until tomorrow. :)
Yours, agi.
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