Typically, I arrived to set up missing the sides of my tent, so the breezes were my enemy. I was trying to make very fine nuno. As any felter knows, the slightest breeze will set fine fibers aloft. In frustration, I switched to felting mice (cat toys) easily shaped in my hand where the fibers could be contained. I quickly decided that it was too lame to make mice on such a special day. In defiance I decided I NEEDED TO MAKE NUNO and the wind would not beat me! I started laying out merino and silk fibers a few inches at a time, patting down and dribbling water on the layout to hold the fibers, rolling up as I went along. Visitors asked if that was glue I was putting down. They said they just couldn't wrap their heads around the process. After I explained in detail, they were usually in awe of the possibilities. (Me too). By the end of the afternoon I had finished my layout, but didn't get to the rolling stage. I was curious how long it would take my fibers to migrate through the fabric in the cold, but not curious enough to stay late.
I was eager to warm myself up. We finished with dinner at the pub across the street. The day was long and cold, but satisfying. I feel like an under achiever in the scope of all the FeltUnited activities going on around the globe, but at least I did contribute to our universal goal- to raise the awareness of felt as a craft and an art form.
Hats off to Elis Vermeulen and Cynthia Reynolds for their contributions of time and energy to make this global event cohesive. It is a wonderful thing to feel united.