This is where the felting happens...

Felting can be a messy business. Lots of soapy water, bits of fluff, it can get sloppy.

That is why I do it outside, when I can.

Here is where the magic happens.

We had the good fortune to inherit an antique marble ice cream parlor table with our house. It was just too heavy for the previous owners to take with them. It makes a perfect surface for felting. The slats in the deck allow the water to run off without things getting too slippery.

The old washbasin is perfect for holding my hot soapy water. I totally lucked out when I found it at an antique fair last summer for 20 bucks. It spent a year in the shade garden, alternately holding tools, baby plants, ice and beer. I can move it where ever I need it and still have my whole table surface free for felting. It rocks.

The chairs were picked up this summer at my first tag sale foray of the season from a house in Bayport for 30 bucks for six of them. I was able to fit all six in the Jetta. Let's hear it for Volkswagens and their massive cargo space. Woot! They have vinyl seats. They can get kind of hot like Grandpa's Rambler, but the soapy water doesn't hurt them.

The far right corner of the deck is totally overhung with wisteria which makes a great shady place for the infamous Tetra cat to nap on hot days so she can oversee my production.

It is pretty perfect that way. Yup.