Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Felt Up: When Booze And Felt Collide

This was supposed to be a simple felting DIY. I started snapping pictures of the completed works and realized another common thread...booze. If you are reading this and are not 21 your computer will self implode in 20 minutes and 15 seconds. Wait, NO, I was kidding! I need you to read this because blogs are all "Generation Y." (#millennials) (#hashtag) (#ineedyou)



Regardless of theme, you can do this too. I'm just saying, it's better if you are drinking a glass of wine OR portraying one. (#idrequired) Wouldn't these be great pieces above your desk at work? They're just there, reminding you of what's to come; a little friend at three-thirty. While we're on the subject, can we just talk about three-thirty? It's not quite close enough to five but just enough out from lunch time. The middle of the afternoon is such a cruel, cruel lady. Three-thirty is the Lizzie Borden of the afternoon. Maybe that's a little dramatic but at least the millennials won't get the reference. (#ughgoogle)

These started as gifts for friends. I can't help it that their/OUR interests are singular. It really does make for easy gift-giving though. 

Here is what you'll need:
  • felt sheets, variety of colors
  • felt glue
  • glue stick
  • sharpie
  • scissors
  • frame
  • print out with phrase/image to size
  • a drink, to clear the felt from your throat (but not your heart)

I began with my frame, picking a size and shape conducive to my imagery/typography/budget/how much I like my friends. I tend to go standard and cheap with the RIBBA frame from Ikea. That's between us and my pocketbook. I started by taking out the glass insert to make measuring my background felt easy breezy. I went with white to keep things clean and simple. I did a quick trace around the glass with a sharpie and cut just inside that line to make for an exact fit. Measuring, calculating, leveling, is for the dogs. (#trust)



I kept my image pretty basic with easy to layer shapes. The font should also be one that is fairly easy to cut out. You don't want to be two letters in and take the scissors to your eyeballs because you chose Freestyle Script. If you do, take a deep breath and realize that there will be NO letters after self mutilation. I simply printed both out, then cut...letters, not eyeballs.


This next step gets a little cray. Pick out your colors and match up your paper pieces to those. Really this should be whatever you feel is aesthetically pleasing. This also might mean a color palette that you are already working with in your interior space. If you're hanging this in the woods, like an animal, than your exterior space. Also, a mounted deer head saying "It's what's for dinner," might be more appropriate imagery. I'm thinking you probably don't drink wine or read blogs for that matter. Sorry for wasting everyone's time.

I used a glue stick, with a light hand, to barely adhere the letters to the felt. This will give you enough adhesion to cut out the letters, like a type "A" perfectionist, while also being able to remove the paper once you're done.



Here we are, again, cutting out our letters. This project never ends. That's why you have cable! If you don't have cable, that's why you have the interwebs?


So that step goes on and on and on, like Lamb Chop's "The Song That Never Ends." Millennials, did I lose you? You're probably reading your Twitter feed now. (#sadface) (#istilldontgettwitter)


Now that you've gotten your letters and images cut out, pull away the paper from the backside and arrange them on your background felt.


This is when all your hard work comes to fruition. Once your words and images are in place, use your felt glue to secure them to the background. Don't be scared! In the words of the bumper sticker, on the Honda mini-van I followed down the highway tonight, "YOLO." So many questions....you only live once for a mini-van, a Honda, extra leg room, good mileage, your kids, the color maroon or how 'almost' topical you are?




Isn't she a beaut? I know, cheers! Oh and wine really was for dinner. Hence the empty, robot, wine rack.