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Needle Felting a Legacy: 500 Hours to Immortali...
At 3:47 AM on day 23, when the 189th strand of arctic merino finally captured Koda’s ‘I ate your shoes’ smirk, I realized we weren’t crafting a replica – we...
Needle Felting a Legacy: 500 Hours to Immortali...
At 3:47 AM on day 23, when the 189th strand of arctic merino finally captured Koda’s ‘I ate your shoes’ smirk, I realized we weren’t crafting a replica – we...
The Last Pawprint: How Wool Felt Helped Me Say ...
The vet handed me Mochi’s empty collar, its bell silent for the first time in 16 years. But when I pressed the wool felt pawprint – threaded with her silver...
The Last Pawprint: How Wool Felt Helped Me Say ...
The vet handed me Mochi’s empty collar, its bell silent for the first time in 16 years. But when I pressed the wool felt pawprint – threaded with her silver...
Scent & Stitches: How We Bottled My Dog’s Essen...
When Mrs. Ellis buried her face in the replica and whispered ‘That’s Buddy after the lake!’, we knew we’d spun nostalgia into something you could hold.
Scent & Stitches: How We Bottled My Dog’s Essen...
When Mrs. Ellis buried her face in the replica and whispered ‘That’s Buddy after the lake!’, we knew we’d spun nostalgia into something you could hold.
Grief in 3D: Why Therapists Prescribe Felted Pe...
My patient hadn’t spoken in 47 days – until she pressed the felted nose to her wrist. ‘His cold snout always woke me,’ she laughed through tears. In that moment,...
Grief in 3D: Why Therapists Prescribe Felted Pe...
My patient hadn’t spoken in 47 days – until she pressed the felted nose to her wrist. ‘His cold snout always woke me,’ she laughed through tears. In that moment,...
The Rhythm of Wool: How Needle Felting Became M...
My therapist suggested counting breaths. I counted needle jabs instead – 327 pricks to shape a terrier’s ear, each stab stitching my scattered thoughts back together.
The Rhythm of Wool: How Needle Felting Became M...
My therapist suggested counting breaths. I counted needle jabs instead – 327 pricks to shape a terrier’s ear, each stab stitching my scattered thoughts back together.