…but I’ll have a bash at some freehand stuff when the need arises. The need just did, when one of my favourite customers phoned to ask me for a blue bird in flight on the corner of a pillow case for her granddaughter. For tomorrow. Yikes. I don’t have a screen with the right kind of bird to use, so it had to be a quick work-around.
Print picture of bird. Cut out shape. Add bits of paper here and there where you don’t want the ink to go through, including the background, stick it all together with tape, have a practice run on a piece of waste fabric (actually, is there ever such a thing?) and give it a go! You get this:
Then you play around with some different shades of blue and a teeny weeny #1 paintbrush…
Okay, it’s true that this resembles no bird in the real world, but I think it’s fair to say that it most definitely isa bird, and it’s blue, and it’s on the wing.
Right, back to sewing. The October Made in the Cape artisan market opens again on Thursday, so I need to have everything ready by Wednesday night. I never learn, and I always panic…
Gail is a friend of mine who retired earlier this year. I think she has always been a closet crafter, and one of her retirement presents was a swanky new sewing machine. You’ll see she has been putting it to good use:
At Michelle’s birthday lunch yesterday, Gail gave her this stunning hand-made tea shower, in rainbow colours with turquoise lace. I was most envious. (Gail, fyi, my own birthday isn’t too far off….). Not shy, me.
The day before yesterday, I had stopped at the atm to draw some cash for grocery shopping, petrol and other bills (you don’t have to say it, I know I am weird for not banking online, I have an inexplicable antipathy to it); after that, I was on my way to Doreen’s place for a crafting morning. It wasn’t 10 minutes later that I had been waylaid at the robots by Adam, a most charming young man with a sales pitch and the sort of confidence that even Dale Carnegie could have learned something from. He was selling his multi-media township paintings, and I was but putty in his hands. There went most of the contents of my purse.
I now have this on my lounge wall:
and I do love it. Let’s hope I also love living mainly on lentils and government bread for the rest of the month :-)
Alex did this picture when she was in Grade 5, so she must have been 9 or 10. A few years later, I found a grotty old frame in a junk shop in Salt River (I think it’s called Charms), so I cleaned it up and added some tiles. I’m not a very good framer and I think the picture is held in at the back with prestik, a bit of sticky tape and the top of a shoebox, but I am extremely fond of it. It’s on my bedroom wall.
And if that girl carries on the way she is going now, it might be worth a lot of money one day :-)