And here is the result of hours of needle felting . . . a really colourful, cool necklace.
The only thing more tricky than not stabbing myself while felting with the pointy needles was keeping my cat away from the felted balls. She grabbed one and took off, making me chase after her through the house before she finally dropped it. I'm not sure why they're so appealing - maybe because they smell like fibre, which is second only to catnip in its scent appeal, and they're perfectly sized for a cat mouth.
Stringing the beads was a breeze. Since this necklace is a present, I think I need to make one for myself. It's so soft and sunny and unusual.