Sometimes you don't recognize yourself. For me this is one of those moments. I spent two hours this evening needle felting these two mice. One for Vivi and one for Max. They can choose which one gets either, I don't care. However, I did care about the size, shape and quality of each as I endlessly stabbed both to perfection. I rather liked the process, though I found myself tripping on the fact that I was doing this at all. How on earth do I find myself here felting little rodents? Can't say. Seriously. Who am I? Nonetheless, many stabs later, voila. Mini felted mice. Go figure.
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