When confronted with a bag full of delicious colours I wouldn't normally use, I get all excited.
Thats what happened last week when I went into college to teach felt making to two groups of A level students.
We opened the new consignment of wool. Oohh...delicious colours fell out.
I was in paroxyms of delight, they not so thrilled.
I looked at their lovely little faces looking up at me from around the table and it reminded me of this.
After they'd all made their first piece of felt, I showed them how to build up a design using pre-felts.
Mine was all delicate and feminine..like sugared almonds.
(The background is not meant to harmonise so well...my white balance is all to pot but I don't know how to alter it)
It didn't look much before I stitched it. But I like it now.
I repeated the exercise with the second group in the afternoon and made another.
So I still have that one to stitch.
Isn't it funny though, the difference between me and a class of students? (Apart from their lack of wobble when felt rolling) They made their own pieces of pre-felt and cut bits off them and made their main piece, and when they went, they just left the prefelts behind!
So obviously, though they gave a good impression of enjoying the lesson, they had no intention of repeating the exercise.
I think I have come to the end of the line with young students now. I shall retire from the classroom graciously.
And now I have a while lot of prefelts ready made.