Only, I suppose this time it’s been more playing with fabric…
What a surprise. This is me, after all.
Onwards. I decided I’d use scraps in pink, green, lilac, teal, blue and yellow, so I went hunting small but gorgeous snippets in my scrap boxes of those colours. Be warned, if you ever make a bowl like this, those tiny scraps generate an enormous amount of ironing… But it’s worth it. I also got a sharp pair of scissors and trimmed the hairiest pieces because lots of fraying is not a pretty look. There’s still some but really, life is too short to snip every frayed thread. So, the prep took some time.
And then it was time to dive in and start glueing. You glue the fabric, not the bowl; the pieces overlap so each piece needs its own thin but even coat of glue or there would be flappy edges. I was on my feet for about 2 hours, but I was really enjoying myself and not noticing the passage of time.
There are still flappy edges I need to seal down and stray threads and frayed bits I need to take the embroidery scissors to, but I’m pretty pleased with the overall effect. The next stage is to gold leaf the inside, finish the top edge with leftover pink bias binding, and then seal the lot with a top coat. That’ll be #3, to follow. Here are 4 views of the bowl from different sides.
What do you think? I’m pretty pleased with it 🙂
As a side note to the creative stuff, Mouse was sulking today. He has found and torn into many, many pieces the greaseproof paper in which I’d made my lunchtime toastie, on account of the bits of melted cheese still stuck to it…. He’d been to the vet’s this morning to have his ears cleaned and a mani-pedi, since I’m not up for holding onto a very strong, 35kg/77 pound, wriggling greyhound with big white teeth while I swab out ears and cut overgrown nails. The Husband would help… but he’s always conveniently at work when I want to do it. Anyway, at the vets they take no nonsense and Mouse behaves very well once backed into a corner. We rewarded him for good behaviour with a nice lactose-free puppacino at his favourite café (which he adores) and beef & tomato doggy snacks afterwards, but clearly we/I in particular had not been forgiven.
I’ve cleared away all the sticky mess and washed my brush. Time for a cuppa and possibly a bickie.