It was most likely my Fibers II course at the University of the Arts when felt and I were introduced.We were given some raw wool, which meant we had to start from the very beginning. No luxury designer, pre-dyed roving for us. Oh no, that'd be too simple. Step one, I learned to my dismay, was to remove the dung tags from the wool (of course, I didn't know that's what they were called at the time).
I probably could have gone back to it the next day. I might have, I can't recall. And I'm sure I received a less than stellar grade for it. To this day, I'm not sure what I was thinking when I laid it all out, if I was thinking beyond my typical 20 year old attitude of "just get this done, and get it over with." The colors were unspectacular. The design was a fail. And the wool was just barely felted. There's more than a good chance I went about felt making the hard way, as I almost always do everything the hard way. But then again, I wouldn't have gotten this absolutely fabu pic of me standing in my bathtub, now would I?
|Me, a Bathtub and My Ugly Piece o' Felt.|