About Our "Roses"...

"I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. ...


...

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."

/Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: The Little Prince/

to let loose...in felt

The most of us are gripping something...such as it would be life-sustaining holding fast to it/her/him...

And what can we cling to?












Such as...

- cream cakes

- soap operas

- parents

- children

- the wish for a child

- spouse

- pets

- revenge

- wine, beer and grog

- amphetamine cocktails

- body shaping

- hope

- past and future

- memories....







The wish of letting loose has to grow inside.

It might make place for a new age...

Mrs. Snowmonster's Pouch

Mrs. Snowmonster will go to theater and is looking for the suitable accessoires.

Some gold will fit and proper to her white fur.

The hair will be left sexy messy. Also her leghair.









Because of the zipper no ice crystals will fall into the bag.

Mr. Snowmonster will love her.

Felt Bag "Indian Summer"

It ended.The indian summer. Fortunately I could gather it's colors on the last day in a glass.

Then I felted this bag white and I spilled the colors over the white bag.


It took a night for the colors to get into the fibers. (I saw it. I was sitting there the whole time by the light of a flickering autumn ladybug.)

This dying method is described in the book "How to Dye Wool With Seasons and Moods".
Don't start searching for it. It's not on the market now.

You get a fall poem instead:

Leaves by Elsie N. Brady


How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.

Small Felt Bag Matching a Cocktail Dress

In that case it is not the Little Black Dress but the Little Black Bag for the not really LBD.



To make it even practical I felted in two pockets colored like the dress.

What I couldn't catch on the photos: that parts where the embroidery is, is felted of wool carded with glittering fibers, so it shines nicely.

...and felt bags CAN look also elegant not only eco-aunt-like. (Don't throw at me, I heard this from others.)

Sunny Felt Box With Nuno Felt Inlays

I felted in organza, gauze, silk, yarns, crochet and curly wool.




So the sun doesn't only shine on T.V.- Please tell that Morten if you se him.

Felt Bag From Russia With Love

I loved a lot making this bag and now I felted a similar one (with more green) for two exhibitions in Moscow. But I forgot taking pictures of it except some details. Sometimes in December I will get it back... :-)
Bye bye bag and have a nice trip!

Felted wall bag

The wall bag is laying in the snow.

It's sleeping...hush!

In it's dream it hangs in the garden of the stone dragon...

Enchanted plants grow there.

Gemstones glitter between the leafs.

The stone dragon is sleeping as well.

Until it will be awakened from that stone life.

Sometimes even dragons can get bewitched...

Little Felt Box

Grandmothers smell like grandmothers what you perceive while they are reading fairy tales.

Grandmothers hair turns white...

Grandmothers always listen when you have a problem.

Grandmothers sometimes only say one short sentence but that will grow in your heart and mind forever.

Grandmothers have doilies or some lace on their undershirt.

Grandmothers hide pearl jewelry in a small box.

Grandmothers do handcraft.

You never forget Grandmother...

"Grandmother's Whisper" that's how I call this felt box.

Felted Bag from Atlantis

A little bag to wear with jeans or the little black dress.

I wanted to loose myself in surface structures and the shades of blue, green and turquoise.

Different self dyed fabrics and yarns and fibres combined with free stitching.

You can go fishing or if you're vegetarian just help yourself at the kelp-buffet.

Can you feel the likable cool, turquoise water surrounding you?

And do you see the sunbeams under the water?

All around fluctuation, light, glimmer and all the same calming silence...