I was SUPPOSED to go away for the day on Friday and have some fun. It was all planned and I’d been looking forward to it for DAYS.
I realized that universe had other plans for me when my husband woke me up at 7:30am to tell me that our oldest had been in a car crash. He was quick to say that everyone was OK and I was almost as quick to be dressed and out the door with him.
The crash site wasn’t far from home, and it was true that all of the humans were unhurt. The cars were a different matter. I know my sons’ is totaled and I wouldn’t be surprised if the other car involved is too. It’s what happens when icy hills and cars meet.
Even though everyone was OK and cars can be replaced I still felt restless and on edge most of the rest of the day. I was unsure of what to do with myself. I hadn’t planned on being home and in the studio so I didn’t really have an idea of what to work on next. I also had an over abundance of nervous energy to deal with and I kind of roamed from one area of the studio to another without actually settling on one thing to work on.
Then I remembered seeing a box of needle felting supplies from Clover and Felt Works when I was cleaning up last week and I figured that repeatedly stabbing something over and over might just be what my over taxed nervous system needed.
An hour or so of bright, happy colors, a trashy Netflix show to half watch, and repeatedly jabbing the wool handbag base with the needles did wonders for my outlook.
Neele felting for stress. It works.
And it’s got fewer calories than a bottle of wine.
And I have a new bag to boot.
PS. Here is where I apologize to my mother for blowing her off when she said, “Just because your children are grown doesn’t mean you stop worrying about them”. Sorry, Mom. ♥