Thursday, August 26, 2010
I’ve been crafting at the rate of (french) knots this last week and have a completed dead fly to show for myself. I’ve never seen the Mr so enthusiastic over anything I’ve made before – which goes to show we’re all a bunch of weirdos around here. He has also suggested that I french knot us a new living room rug.
Excitingly, I have discovered that a 180 degree twirl can dramatically revive a fly.
Dead or alive, there has been serious second-thinking on the destiny of Fly. I’ve developed a fondness for the critter. Any cushion in this house, is almost entirely utilised as soft fall landing for surreptitious dive bombers off the couch. There were a lot of knots you know.
In case you’d like to gain a greater understanding of how many knots (which, I admit, was an enjoyable, extended exercise in crafty, goggle-eyed therapy), here is some scale reference for your viewing pleasure:
So, while I did source fly-spotted fabric co-ordinates for cushion backings and whatnot...
...what if there’s a grander, wittier destiny? Something involving fly swats?
Pop by and visit Kirst (who, incidentally, can teach a mean french knot) for more Spacery of the Creative kind.