I have a mild obsession with these things. What is it about them that makes me happy?
I just know that felt balls make me want to do a little happy dance, wearing pajamas with a belly full of hot chocolate.
They make me feel the kind of happy that makes you smile at strangers.
They make me want to live in a cardboard box house like this one.
And gaze at a mobile like this.
These felt balls make me feel that joy that absorbs you when brainstorming your child’s birthday present. Side note: guinea pig this year for his fourth? Hmmmn…
Anyway; that kind of happy, no?
I vote felt balls make good pets.