Sometimes life throws a nasty curve. Or two or three at at time. We all go through those times, though at different levels. Mitt Romney loses a presidential election, others lose jobs, benefits, homes, opportunity. When a nasty turn or two happens to me, I tend to hermit with my hurt, just quietly pull inside and let it beat me to a useless pulp. I still take care of Things and Critters, but hug that hermit as my protective shield. Eventually joints get cranky while soft tissue stiffens and I have to move, or the sky dumps successive rounds of assorted frozen stuff and the law and good sense requires me to clear it off walking surfaces. Movement is good. It stirs brain chemistry, relesasing those feel good opioid peptides endorphins, enkaphalins and dynorphins which improve mood, reduce pain, and in properly balanced brains, drop kick hermit out and happy in.
Those nasty curves got thrown directly at other people so I'm not explaining what happened, just that the whoosh and slop spills onto me and others I love. Now that those opioid peptides heave hoed the hermit, I am eager for Something Positive. That's when Foofy Stuff grabs hold of the neurons, shakes up the dendrites and Felt happens.
Yep, this is a very long winded way of saying I started another felt project. Right now it is A Blob. I created Red Blob last night while watching Up because really, doesn't Up just fit? When I started Red Blob, I had a general idea for the Finished Object but not details. During the layout process, I let neurons and dendrites play unsupervised and they come up with some pretty good ideas. Red Blob now has a Plan and a Color Scheme. First I have to dabble in dye pots but soon Red Blob will become a sopping mess that I will massage until Shape shows up. Then final finessing of the foof and voila, a FO. And oooh, aren't those dendrites now all giggly with anticipation.