Last weekend, I went up north with some women for a sleepover...and survived. As you can see from the photo below, the chances of surviving were slim.
In order to increase my chance of surivival, I taught them a little needle felting. They almost all tried it. It was dangerous for awhile; 7 crazy women with sharp needles. But blood was only drawn once.
My newest sheepy
A bent and patchworked heart
Pumpkin (what else?)
Heart of blues. Which was spoken for even before I finished it.
All in all, we had a lovely time. Everyone came home safely, albeit maybe not sanely.