Felted

Last Autumn, I anxiously ripped open a package and a huge smile spread across my face. Alan looked over and then quickly looked away. I knew what he was thinking....he thought I was passed this....clearly I wasn't.

Truthfully, the rock thing started years ago, when I was quite little. I remember digging in dirt in my grandmother's backyard - searching for the perfect stone. I have always loved rocks. I like the hunt for the perfect pebble; sometimes rough, sometimes smooth. Sometimes I like to collect rocks, sometimes I like to paint rocks, sometimes I just like to just look at rocks. Next time you are at my house -- take note of the plethora of rocks.

I am always reminded by my loving family of the Christmas I gifted my brother a sack of pebbles. My mom thought it was hysterical. My brother opened the bag and stared blankly at the pile of stones. I honestly thought it was a cool gift - you know, each pebble represented something like passion, energy...yeah, I know lame, lame, lame. In my defense, I think he was exceptionally lucky at the casino that year.

But I digress...back to the package. Alan was slightly distraught over the fact that I BOUGHT rocks wrapped in felt. I mean, who buys rocks (wrapped in felt) and perhaps more importantly - where does one buy rocks wrapped in felt?

In all honestly, what I had really wanted last year were felted acorns. HAVE I LOST MY MIND? Please do not answer that question.

Check out these felted acorns. I LOVE THEM! Should I buy them? Should I hand felt my own? They rock, don't they?