Happy Hour or two at the Anderson Gallery under the guidance of the fab Hope Ginsberg. With drinks in hand we mooshed across the layers of felt, on soapy suds. Swirling circles underfoot, there was the odd conga, a great soundtrack and then the rolling and the squishing...
In the end there was a vaguely meshed square rug in layers of fluffy cream, verdant green and gentle grey. We got to pad about on it before it was bound and headed upstairs for the Sponge HQ and even more pressing...
Now I want to have ago.
