A True Story…

A couple of weekends ago, one of my biggest nightmares was realized.  It started with the last-minute news that important guests would be coming over for dinner. These particular guests were not aware (as far as I knew) about Wonky Felt nor the state of craft-insanity at my house. The goal was to have felties or crafting NOT be the topic of conversation. It wasn’t the purpose of the visit and would be a complete distraction. So my plan was that, in addition to deep cleaning the house, I would cleaned up my craft spots and hide ANY signs of the weird felt obsession. The felt stack was returned to its wicker basket. Excess materials were hidden in the office. Books were stashed under the couch. In the laundry room, I left out a few paintbrushes and the glue gun…but I figured no one would walk back there.

The guests arrived and everything seemed normal. We had dinner, played a board game, engaged in lively banter. Then it happened…

One of the guests picked up a tiny piece of felt. How had I missed it?! Where had it been stuck under? Maybe it was worthy of being ignored. I hoped so anyway. But alas, it was BRIGHT GREEN and being played with, pondered over… Finally they asked, “So, who makes stuff with felt?”

My felt secret was officially out of the bag.

My family quickly answered on my behalf. It was like the felt floodgates had opened. “Oh, she makes everything out of felt! Haven’t you heard? It’s been on the news! Look at this basket FULL of felt! Show him the Instagram!”

The moral of the story here is: Don’t bother hiding the felt hoard. It’s like trying to hide “Crazy Cat Lady” status, but instead of cat hair as evidence, it’s bits of felt…everywhere. Next time someone new comes over, maybe I’ll just use it as an opening line instead of a surprise discovery.