Felt Food. Quite possibly as addictive as many illegal substances.

I can't say I wasn't warned. I knew this would be addicting. I couldn't help myself. Not one bit. My poor husband came into the kitchen where I was working and surveyed the extent of the damage. I was camped around my sewing machine with piles and piles of felt, thread, scissors and polyfil stuffing. It was...glorious. I don't shy away from complicated or intricate projects, but there is something to be said for this felt food business. It's almost instantly gratifying and ridiculously easy. Seriously.

I made Rory a bunch of felt food to use with her play kitchen. I even whipped up a felt store bag to keep everything together. It says "Felt-Mart" on the front. At midnight on December 22nd, I felt so clever.

I have a feeling there is much more felt food in my future, but for now Rory's grocery list includes:
two slices of bread, a slice of toast, farfalle pasta, multi-grain ravioli, two carrots, an apple, a slice of lunch meat, lettuce, a slice of cheese, a hot dog, an onion slice, three green beans, a tomato, a pair of pickles, slices of lemon, lime, orange and apple, two pieces of bacon, two buttered pancakes and an egg.