Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The next time you find yourself munching on a piece of toast at breakfast, just stop for a tick. Leave the school lunches, the location of matching kid socks*, hold your tongue on the Haveyoucleanedyourteethrememberedyourmusichowmanyshoelaceknotscanakidneedhowdoyouspellarchitect? (or is this only my house?). Now study that toast. Note the subtle shift in golden brown tones. Allow yourself to be overwhelmed with the wonderment that is the intricate texture of crispy bread.
Things got a bit obsessive.
It took seventeen (million) attempts to reproduce toasted toastiness onto blanketing, using one of those needle felting stabby thingummys.
Luckily, I ran out of blanketing, so things had to come to some sort of end.
A super snuggly (just like this one) hot water bottle cover, as warm as, er, toast, off to do its bit for the Hottie Challenge, organised by the excellent Curly (Super) Pops.
PS. Were it not for Kirst and the use of her needle felting stabby thingummy AND the supply of her stash blanketing AND expert advice then I’d still be at the Gazing at Toast phase. Thanks mate.
* Actually, matching kid socks are not even faintly attempted around here.