It’s like being Punked, but with more whimsy and color.
I’ve had these felted balls for some time now. They used to live in a basket, until the cats discovered them one night, in a merry bout if mischief making.
Nothing quite like discovering plastic baggies gnawed into oblivion, and unintended cat toys scattered all over the house. I did ask whose idea this was, but got no answer from our furry denizens, just a flick of the tail and that “Who Me?” look they are masters of.
So, rather than put them all away, I took a stab at turning them into something. I’m not quite sure this works though.
I like the individual parts, but the whole seems off to me, and I’m not sure why. Too juvenile? Too craftsy-waftsy? Too fuzzy? Too cute?
For now the necklace is draped over Françoise the Mannequin. I’ll let it percolate there for a bit, and see if anything comes to mind. If not, I can always cut it apart and try something else.