So the yurting was an epic fail all the way around. Though one of the attempts, valiantly made by my friend S, nearly came close to what the bird yurt was supposed to look like, in the end she (and we) had to call it a miss.
Friend T came in second with her heroic if lumpy and misshapen efforts.
Me? Not even in the ballpark. I ended up with a bagful of wet, semi-felted wool.
The verdict? Not doing that again, but out of the ashes of abject defeat arose the Craft Disaster Alliance, dedicated to all manner of ill-advised and foolhardy crafting fiascoes.
Finally, a use for all those popsicle sticks I’ve been hoarding . . .