The Rollercoaster that is October

I've had several awesome thrifting sessions lately, and I have yet to take pictures of my loot and post about it.  But you better believe that is IS sweater season finally, and that means felting, felting felting!  I got hooked last year and have been eagerly awaiting this years sweater hunting/shrinking season.  I'm sure there are loads of "how to felt a sweater" tutorials online, but I'm thinking of putting one together to share on my blog too.  I think I have a few new tips to share, including a small list of certain clothing labels whose sweaters resist the felting process.  So, look for that in future.  The felty bits above are creatures in progress.  So are these below, slightly further along the production line. 

 

Check out that b&w polka dot sweater?!?!  That was the find of the season, I always wanted a dotted wool sweater and, apparently, they are almost nonexistent.  This was a mens sweater, actually *ahem*, and it felted like a dream.  You better bet the body of the sweater  will turn into a tote bag (with cherry red, scallop edged vinyl handles!)  So excited about this sweater, I can't even tell you.  I love how the twin polka dottie creatures are on either side of the striped stud.  It makes me think of that old song "Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister, and lord help the sister who comes between me and my man!"  Oh, and aren't the pink and red eyes funny?  I actually found a few packs of them from, where else, the thrift store.  Now I'm really on the lookout for another white sweater, hopefully with a touch of cashmere, to make some albino creatures with.

All of this woolen, winter excitement was bought to a halt when i noticed that Seraphina has a case of the blues.  It may be seasonal depression...but I think there's more to it.

All she wants to do is sit around and stare at her autographed picture of Paul Anka, and listen to records.

Even a new dress wouldn't cheer her up.  And I know she's wearing those dark glasses to hide her red-rimmed eyes, puffy from crying.  This  Paul Anka obsession may have gone a bit far.  I am think about staging an intervention.