Typically, (because this always happens when I sign myself up for a swap), I have spent the weekend all knickers-in-twist. What sort of brooch to make for a (top secret) swappee with yarnbombing tendencies and a thing for birds? There were too-many-to-count false starts and Choice Words randomly uttered.
I found a small-ish, flat-ish, vaguely bird-shaped, polished stone and cast on a rock jumper in Perle 8 embroidery thread, intending a yarnbombing in miniature. And then I looked outside at a weak, blue, waning, wintry light, declared dinner ‘tragically late’ and proceeded to photograph the beginnings of a NOT VERY, ONLY SLIGHTLY BLUE (CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?) rock jumper in weak, waning, wintry light.
OK, um...sorry. It’s a definitive case of ‘had to be there’. But observing seasonal light changes through a lens always leaves me gobsmacked.
A full night of inept crafting, with Liberty scraplets and minuscule felt bits and fairy stitchings was followed by a carefully aimed, brooch-throwing tantrum. Thank ye gods, for an invigorating, suck-it-up approach the following morning, when a birdie brooch was finally completed.
I’m still worried it’s a little on the twee side, (although the bird remains eyeless in the interests of twee minimisation). The wire leg bits were included at the last minute because I apparently have a thing for birds with wire leg bits.
Dear secret swappee, I do so hope you like your brooch.
And dear Susie, I told you from the start there would be inevitable hyperventilation. THANK YOU for an inspired swap, SUPREMELY organised...