Welcome to Fox Hollow – Where Wool Comes to Life

Handmade felt animals with stories, hearts, and tiny adventures.

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"Down the path and across the stream, there it is: the magical world of Fox Hollow Friends, filled with wonderous creatures..."

Meet the Friends

Hi! I am Dina, the creator and caretaker of Fox Hollow Friends.

I imagine and craft the natural fiber dolls and creatures here. Each one has its own unique story and inspiration. I hope you’ll take some time to explore this special place and discover how to adopt your very own “Friend.” A great place to start your journey is the About page!

  • Eloise and the Wool-Spun Whirl of Time

    Eloise and the Wool-Spun Whirl of Time

    It all began one blustery autumn afternoon, just as the golden leaves danced through the trees and the wind smelled of cinnamon and chimney smoke. I, Eloise of Fox Hollow—mouse...

    Eloise and the Wool-Spun Whirl of Time

    It all began one blustery autumn afternoon, just as the golden leaves danced through the trees and the wind smelled of cinnamon and chimney smoke. I, Eloise of Fox Hollow—mouse...

  • Barnabas the Bushcraft Bear and the Mountaineering Marvels

    Barnabas the Bushcraft Bear and the Mountaineer...

    In the heart of the whispering woods of Meesylvania, where the wind smells faintly of pinecones and adventure, a curious event unfolded not long ago. Barnabas the Bushcraft Bear—renowned throughout...

    Barnabas the Bushcraft Bear and the Mountaineer...

    In the heart of the whispering woods of Meesylvania, where the wind smells faintly of pinecones and adventure, a curious event unfolded not long ago. Barnabas the Bushcraft Bear—renowned throughout...

  • When Autumn Whispers....

    When Autumn Whispers....

    When Autumn Whispers The light, like golden thread, spills softly through the whispering trees, as day begins its gentle tread toward hush and hearth and twilight’s ease. A chill now...

    When Autumn Whispers....

    When Autumn Whispers The light, like golden thread, spills softly through the whispering trees, as day begins its gentle tread toward hush and hearth and twilight’s ease. A chill now...

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