felted tender_square take an old woven sweater of sheep wool, worn and loved to the point of moth-eaten degradation. apply water and soap and some agitation to make the hairs expand and then contract, interlocking strands so that they can’t be pulled apart again; not ever. needle the misshapen patches, poking holes to make firm, to make solid, to make mass. this is how a likeness of form begins—a head, arms and legs and ears, a tail—sew these parts together with a running stitch. 220628 what's it to you? who go blather from