Now I'm scared

For years I've thought that perhaps maybe (dither dither) I should sign up to do the local Art Trail during the summer festival week...I've put it off, because I was waiting until I "found my style" or "found my thing" or whatever...

But now I've gone and signed myself up.  I've posted the cheque and everything.  I even wrote a 30 word thing describing what I do (that's a laugh, mostly I sit around reading blogs with occasional breaks to walk the whippet...).

The stark reality is, though, I've got to produce some work.  I've got until 8 July, but I know me and deadlines so I've made a start.

I made another one of these:

Not sure if I like it as much as the blue one.

Undeterred, I finished this:

Like the circles, but bigger.  Sort of like a celtic knot, hopefully.  It hurt my brain trying to work out how to draw celtic knots using tiles of circles or straights...(but I did find this fabulous method, and can now draw my very own octopus with knotted legs - a useful life skill, no?).  I'm not sure if this piece came out how I saw it in my mind, but it's a first attempt so I mustn't be too hard on myself (have I mentioned that I'm a grumpy perfectionist?).

And then after a frustrating hour's embellishing resulting in a broken needle, I gave up and made some real felt - ie. the wet way - and after rescuing it from the whippet (who stole it off the radiator) and de-dog-hairing it and letting it dry overnight, I stitched a triskell.  I've wanted to stitch a triskell for two years (see "perfectionist" above - too scared to try anything in case it fails):

I'm not sure what it is - a small hanging?  Does it really need to be anything?  But here's a close-up:

So I've made a start.  I'm still scared though.