Many moons ago I posted about creating during an auditory assault.  I figured the image that emerged in that moment was honest.  It spoke of a true reaction to the chaos that was surrounding me.  One of the many lovely things about needle felting is that if I don’t like what I am making I can pull it all out and start again.  I didn’t want to take it apart, but I wanted to make it more than a reaction to a bad day.  Inspiration was a new selection of greens that I had ordered and had come in the mail while I was contemplating the transformation.