Last Friday, I convinced myself that I just needed a "bear break" for a week or two to refresh myself. I had absolutely no inspiration to start a new bear, work on a bear, think about a bear, or even look at my stash of mohair. Instead, I planned on making a needle-felted little doll with thread-jointed limbs.
I saw my doll as a very young girl with dark brown hair, small features, a short blue outfit, and a blue bow in her hair. And at the end of Friday evening, this little doll's body and head looked very much as I envisioned--although she lacked all of her limbs. I went to bed planning on starting her limbs the next morning and wondering how close to being finished she would be by the end of the weekend. BUT. . . plans change.
For unknown reasons, I woke up and guess what? I had visions of a brand new bear pattern floating in my head. How exactly does the brain work? I went straight to work. Pencil flying--bits of paper and eraser crumbs everywhere.
Now as I write this, I have a completed pattern (actually two completed patterns), faux fur pieces all cut out with reinforced and trimmed edges, AND a sewn bear head. Not quite my plan for these past three days, but good progress all the same. Hmmmmm . . . I wonder if this will be my bear?