I like making new things. It's a challenge to devise and/or learn a way of creating something you've never made before. I have made a few flowers in the past, but I think these are going to be far more delicate and magical. 

I have four needle-felting projects (people) on the go at the moment. I don't know what it is that makes me start a new one before I've finished the first, but it's definitely a feature of my working method (for want of a better word). It's actually a somewhat chaotic procedure that leads to new roads and dead ends almost at the same moment. I follow the direction my creative energy wants to go in - whether to avoid a decision on one project, or to relinquish it as another suddenly demands to be born. 

There's only so long you can spend tweaking before it becomes counter-productive. Or nothing actually happens and they just sit in a box... waiting. 

Really enjoying the colours of Autumn woman - just as I enjoy Autumn! There's a warmth and a vibrancy to these oranges and browns. Cosy, but somehow energised as well. It reminds me a bit of a nourishing pumpkin soup... Summer is definitely on the way out if I'm even considering a nourishing soup!Sometimes, when working on a project, I fall a little bit in love with what emerges. In this case her soft gaze and beautiful colours have amazed me and I can't stop smiling at her. Which sounds pretty daft - as I'm sitting here creating her, but it's true. Faces are fiendishly difficult (second only to fingers), but I love how the character of the figure/doll/felted-person begins to show itself. It never ceases to surprise me how a face turns out. 

I frequently get lost in stories. Some stories are the ones I read in books, other stories are written by me for other people to get lost in. I love stories where imagination punches holes in what we call 'reality' and wanders far beyond the boundaries into a realm that we have rather carelessly labelled 'fantasy'. If my brain starts to feel a bit mangled and I can't hold onto a plot, all the better. I'm currently reading The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern. I've read it before, but just like a character in her story, if you stay too long you get hopelessly lost in the many layers of stories and time that are embraced. It's a wonderful immersion in beautiful storytelling way beyond the boundaries where all the edges are insubstantial and wispy. The best stories though, are the ones we live every day. I say 'best', but I think the need to conform to a life with hard edges and a requirement to not stray too far from acceptable experiences, rather dampens a lot of stories (and therefore life). Trying to stay within safe non-stressful (ha!) storytelling lines in our daily life can make it rather predictable and definitely recognisable, and some people prefer it like that. Fair enough.

I've always considered that I was quite good at 'letting go' - at least of the things I could see.