I've such a lot of felt pieces, felting was my whole life befor my broken back issues. My motto was...a day without felting is a day not lived.
That was also the period in my life I was at the hypo side of my manic depression illness. The medicine (lithium) didn't stay in my body. I lost it directly when I peed...so no wonder I went wild, alife and kicking...
Also living at the top of my toes with taking care of Noud who could dye any moment.
I made him a cloth he want to take with him in the coffin so he could be tucked in and had the idea I was close to him.. He chose the colors himself.
When I finished it and gave it to him he said..please Yvette call 911.... I'm not good at all
A couple of hours later he dyed.
A couple of months later I damaged my back at a stupid stupid accident and till the day now , several operations later, spending too much time in revalidation center Heliomare, still on morphine and laying most of the ay flat on my back because I cannot sit.
Walking is ok but sitting is hell.
So what to do whith all my felt leftovers, my dye experiments.................