The felt. Oh, the felt. Oh, the hours and hours and hours I spend looking at the felt. And cutting the felt. And stitching the felt. With my fingers that are now nicked and ripped by needles. This is what the felt makes me look like at the end of the long nights of work.
(Side note: Isn't Camille's head gloriously large in this picture? I'm a little jealous.)
But all the cross-eyed-ness has paid off because there have been a few masterpieces from the felt. I can only show you this one though:
Remember Bob? How he won a bookmark of his choice? Yeah, he chose Yoda. Which instantly makes me think he is a man of Taste and Wisdom. Speaking of Bob, did you know that his brother has also won a bookmark from this blog? If I were you I'd start formulating conspiracy theories.
In unrelated news: I feel like we had a very healthy debate on the merits of certain Hershey's Miniatures. Using my scientific super brain (or, you know, a pen and some scratch paper) I crunched the numbers and came up with the following data:
3. Mr. Goodbar
4. Special Dark
Hm. Weird. But we can't refute the data. Feel free to mail me any left over Special Dark you have hanging out in your candy jar.