A mouse with no name.

needlefelted mouse in walnuts head on

I made a mouse. Using wool from a sheep and a very sharp needle. I made a mouse. The idea has been playing dodgems in my head for a week. Every now and again bumping into my conscienceness, so believe me, I am thrilled to finally have it made.

needlefelted mouse head

It is all part of a new idea for counting down to Christmas. We have our advent truck, which each day a drawer is opened to reveal a tiny Fimo nativity character. Slowly the scene builds up, until the whole story can be told. My children love this family festive tradition.

We also have the tradition of each of the children making an advent calendar for each other. This too has been a treasured family event, but…..you could hear that coming couldn’t you?……as they grow, this is not catching their enthusiasm as much as it used to. This year we need to rest the tradition. Maybe next year, we’ll try again.

needlefelted mouse quilt

In the meantime, I would like something to replace it. This is where the mouse scuttles in. I am going to make a garland and a festive story. Each day, on the breakfast table, there will be a new page of the tiny book and a handcrafted object to go with it. The page, I hope will be read, and the object will be hung on the garland.

needlefelted mouse head and walnut

Fortunately, I have quite a number of crafting skills I can pull on. One day it might be knitted, another sewn and maybe the next origami. I could paint. I could make a paper cut, or even a bees wax model. Each day will be different.

needlefelted mouse head close2

The first one, to open the story, is a needlefelted mouse, asleep, or not so asleep,  in a walnut half shell. I like to imagine that he, or she, ate the nut one cold winter night and went to sleep with a lovely, full tummy. Maybe Mother Mouse frugally tucked away tiny scraps of fabric to make the precious, patchwork quilt.

needlefelted mouse in walnuts

And under the quilt, inside the walnut shell, is a bell. I’m hoping it will gently tinkle as the children hang this little mouse up on the garland.

The big question now is, what do I call this little mouse? The hero of my story. What do you think? Any ideas?

 

Linking up for the first time to Thinly Spread’s Festive Friday.

22 comments

    1. Ah thanks. It pretty much turned out as I hoped. So difficult not to show the children when they came home from school. 🙂

  1. I admire anyone who manages to make anything needle felting. I have tried it and just haven’t got the patience for it.
    I really love this little mouse and Hector came to mind.
    Briony
    x

    1. Another great name. Patience is definitely needed for needlefelting. I was pleased that I only managed to stab myself once, this time!

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