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It was a dark and stormy and dreary and lonesome night as the wind howled and the window shutters rattled against the clapboard. The castle hallways were damp and musty as I continued looking for the misplaced key that unlocked . . .

No, it was nothing like that. But my adventure began as a mystery story with very few clues. 

My curiosity began when I purchased a felt hat at a craft fair. The shape and texture were enticing and as I examined the pattern, I knew I wouldn't get any sleep until I unraveled how this hat was made.

It was karma or kismet or visioning or whatever, I came into contact with felting at the bookstore and yarn shops. The next step was to try a few samples with a lot of patience. Voila! My experimentation paid off and now I'm hooked on felt hats.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.