I’m making some needle-felted figurines for a friend—little people made of wool. At some point in the process of every single figure, I look down and think, “Uh-oh.” The shape has become lumpy, disproportionate, basically unfixable. I should start over.
But inevitably, if I felt the layers tighter, if I add wool in strategic places and keep my needle going up and down, the misshapen mess shifts into something that just might work and then into something that actually does work and then into something I can share.
Always before the breakthrough: that moment when I almost abandon the project because it’s no good.