Today's post is written by a guest blogger, Bria Onion, who came home with me from a trip to Oregon this weekend.
Hello. My name is Bria Onion. I sprout from Eugene, Oregon.
At least, that was my previous stop en route from the Felty World of Eliel's Felties. With the help of Eliel, some sharp needles, and loads of woolly roving (thanks, sheep!), I came into being.
I left behind my felty friends (assorted flying pigs, asparagus spears, rabbits, plesiosaurs, penguins, and more) to come north to Seattle.
I traveled inside a shoe, which seemed made to order for my shape and size.
The shoe was inside a bag, which was inside a train.
So I guess I actually traveled inside a lot of things. We onions do like layers.
Being an onion, I did shed a few tears.
But I quickly recovered.
Then I said hello to the family dog. This was a very brief hello.
I didn't want the dog to get any funny ideas, because, after all, I am a bit fuzzy like a tennis ball.
At first, I was a little lost, because I'm used to being surrounded by other Felties.
But this feeling didn't last for long.
In the kitchen, I was immediately welcomed by a small pumpkin and a Valentine cookie, so I soon felt at home.
Now I'm happily ensconced on a shelf quite out of reach of the cats, where I have very pleasant chats with a little Yellowstone-souvenir bear in a crate from the 1930s and a stuffed polka-dotted flying squirrel. As you can imagine, they have a lot of stories to share.
My backstory includes a stint as a placeholder in books, so I'm looking forward to delving into some new titles here.
My reading list includes "The Black Scallion," "The Time of Our Chives," Steinbeck's "The Pearl Onion," and the classic E. B. White story "Shallot's Web."
Oh, and "The Onion," of course.
I'm looking forward to meeting the felted pincushion who my new friends say lives elsewhere in the house. Cheers!
Hello. My name is Bria Onion. I sprout from Eugene, Oregon.
At least, that was my previous stop en route from the Felty World of Eliel's Felties. With the help of Eliel, some sharp needles, and loads of woolly roving (thanks, sheep!), I came into being.
I left behind my felty friends (assorted flying pigs, asparagus spears, rabbits, plesiosaurs, penguins, and more) to come north to Seattle.
I traveled inside a shoe, which seemed made to order for my shape and size.
The shoe was inside a bag, which was inside a train.
So I guess I actually traveled inside a lot of things. We onions do like layers.
Being an onion, I did shed a few tears.
But I quickly recovered.
Then I said hello to the family dog. This was a very brief hello.
I didn't want the dog to get any funny ideas, because, after all, I am a bit fuzzy like a tennis ball.
At first, I was a little lost, because I'm used to being surrounded by other Felties.
But this feeling didn't last for long.
In the kitchen, I was immediately welcomed by a small pumpkin and a Valentine cookie, so I soon felt at home.
Now I'm happily ensconced on a shelf quite out of reach of the cats, where I have very pleasant chats with a little Yellowstone-souvenir bear in a crate from the 1930s and a stuffed polka-dotted flying squirrel. As you can imagine, they have a lot of stories to share.
My backstory includes a stint as a placeholder in books, so I'm looking forward to delving into some new titles here.
My reading list includes "The Black Scallion," "The Time of Our Chives," Steinbeck's "The Pearl Onion," and the classic E. B. White story "Shallot's Web."
Oh, and "The Onion," of course.
I'm looking forward to meeting the felted pincushion who my new friends say lives elsewhere in the house. Cheers!