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Art Day

I decided to give the needle punching thing another try, but I didn't have time to drive all the way out to the store that sells the stuff for another pattern. So, I came up with my own. This:

I traced it on a piece of plain cotton, bought some floss in various shades of green and earthy tones and went to work. I don't think I quite have the hang of this yet, so the loops aren't uniform, but I kind of like the variation in texture. Maybe that's just an excuse to be sloppy with the whole thing and not actually master the technique. We'll see. Here is the finished product.

Comments

Alifan said…
Robyn very nice you are so clever, love the colours....
dive said…
Cool!
I love the Mondrian-style design you've put under the leaf, Robyn.
And the finished article looks so soft and fluffy I just want to rub against it (in a non-pervy way of course).
Shan said…
Up close this piece looks amazing. I knew you talked about it before but when I saw this one at first I thought it was latch hook. You are a quick study Robyn! I can't believe you can do this new thing from scratch already.
Early last year I thought of making latch hook belts and unexpected accessories with it but this would be a much better medium for that! I'll probably still never try because I'm not a crafter but it's an interesting thought. ;)
Ok now you're just playing with us, huh. Robyn - you're actually a crafts teacher in real life, aren't you. I know you are.

Dive - rub against it? I have a really unsavoury image going on in my head.
MmeBenaut said…
You are clever and that design is fantastic Robyn. I think you should make a rug for the floor. In fact, perhaps you could make a rug for MY floor!
Wow! Way cool! I REALLY like the nubs...they do give more texture.

A rug? Now that's a great idea. 9x12 for me, pour favor!

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