scuse the blurry pictures – haste! |
For the first time since 1878 I actually remembered to get something for my sister’s birthday. Hoh! – not only did I get something, I made her a gift. Hoh! indeed!
This felt baby was a labour of love, and inspired by the second-to-most-recent copy of Mollie Makes Magazine. I saw the picture of the old fashioned camera and was hooked. The idea wormed it’s way into me and I had to do it. I envisaged it, and then proceeded to make it (questionable syntax be damned).
I think it looks effing great. I was so proud of it. It was something that I would buy (god forbid), and I sent it off to Australia with pride.
And Royal Mail lost it.
It never arrived. Some bastard somewhere has got this beautiful journal that I slaved over for my big sis. I waited and waited for it to arrive, but I eventually had to text her a picture of what she had been deprived of. I could feel her grief radiate through the internet (grief, or disinterest – sometimes it’s hard to tell) and her wails of sorrow hurt the very fibres of my soul.
So obviously I have to make another one for her, one even bigger and better than before. But I think it’s only fair that the world know how great it was. I was so proud *sob*.
There are several things to be said about being creative – and creative in a way that doesn’t mean wearing eccentric scarves – creative in a way where you create things that weren’t there before. It’s thrillifying and satisfying and empowering.
We’re going to include these babies in the bunted! catalogue very soon, and I’ve been doodling like a woman possessed creating designs for future covers. It’s excellent fun. Buy one from me immediately. Ta.