Sometimes it takes a comment from someone else to get you to notice what is right there in front of you. And yesterday exactly that happened. Various people at camp were felting, dry felting where you have fibres and a needle, and stab the needle into the fibres to make them felt together and make a shape. I hadn’t even considered trying it with Smallest; she’s only just three and the needles are very sharp.
But it was pointed out to me that she really wanted to try, and there was a back carrier handy to pop Tigerboy in, so we did give it a go. Turned out she was fab at it, made two shapes with very little assistance and without stabbing herself even once. Then she wandered off and I got to do one for myself too, bonus. I love felting, but don’t have the kit, the time, the money or the storage space for yet another yarn related hobby, so camp is the only time I’m going to get to try.
More important though was looking at my little girl and remembering that she is a whole person in her own right, and that she deserves all the chances and opportunities that I can find for her, just the same as her big siblings got and still get. So if I bring anything special back from camp with me, it’s fresh eyes to see my younger daughter with.