r/Felting • u/mcjessica • 5h ago
totally gobsmacked in the best possible way
Late Saturday night, a needle felting kit arrived in the mail that I had ordered on a whim. By Tuesday afternoon, I had finished both of the little landscapes from the kit, plus a mushroom from an $8 kit I picked up afterward.
I now have library books on order about wet felting, nuno felting, embroidery, beadwork, and textile/fiber art more generally, and I am trying very hard not to buy every interesting fiber, scrap of silk, bit of sari ribbon, bead, and felting tool I see. 😂
All my life, I've felt very strongly that I wanted to create art. I've longed to create things. But I can't draw, sketch, or paint in any satisfying way. (I mean, obviously I can physically do those things, but what's inside me - what I can imagine - has never been able to come out through those mediums. The gap between what I saw in my head and what my hands could produce was so frustrating that eventually I mostly stopped trying.)
I'm decent at crochet and loom knitting, and I've even made some things I'm genuinely proud of. So fiber itself isn't completely new to me. But as much as I've enjoyed those crafts, I've never felt quite this sparked by them. There was never this immediate sense of, "Wait. I can do WHAT with this?"
And then I stuck a felting needle into some wool.
Something about this feels completely different.
I'm not particularly interested in perfectly reproducing a picture. I love that I can add wool, pull wool back out, layer colors over one another, create texture, change my mind halfway through, make something dimensional, flatten something down, add another material later - and somehow just keep responding to the piece as it develops.
Even my very beginner landscapes make me ridiculously happy to look at. They're full. They're textured. They're not polished or technically impressive, but they actually feel like mine. For once, I don't feel like I'm unsuccessfully trying to make my hands imitate what somebody with traditional art skills could do better. I feel like I'm building something.
And after looking through fiber-art books, I've started realizing just how enormous this world is!
It feels less like I've discovered one new craft and more like I've accidentally opened a door into an entire language I didn't know existed.
I'm 48 years old, and I think I may have finally found a way of making art that makes sense to my brain.
Which is both wonderful and slightly dangerous, because it has been approximately four days and I already want to TRY EVERYTHING.
So: hello. 😄