So today I had a haircut, had lunch with my good friend & breast cancer survivor KR, where we agreed we never want to go back to the August Institution which employs us both, and I made some 'bend the rules bunting'. What exactly do I mean by that? Well, every other bunting I have ever seen has almost religious devotion to a single shape, cut precisely, corners poked out, trimmed off, ironed to within an inch of its life and in some cases, waaaaaaaay over-engineered:
Don't get me wrong, I loved making this for the wedding of Mel and Urby, but it's kind of amazing to think somebody believes they can hold the copyright on rectangles and binding, all stuff which has been around since Adam wore short pants... but I digress.
As part of the fun for Sunday, I made some bunting which was the easiest cheat-y thing I could come up with in a very short space of time - I took 4" & 5" squares, cut some flag/pennant shapes out of my scraps box, made some long skinny strips and used up the leftovers from the binding from this lot of bunting, and pinned it onto this, from Holland Fabric House, and this is the end result:
Quite a different look, isn't it? Kind of random, kind of messy, kind of funky. I didn't have to cut anything much except the pennant shapes, and in my spare *snort* time tonight between bouts of stuffing & stitching, I will pink the edges of everything to make sure it doesn't look too tacky.
And now, Gentle Readers, I am off to make Mr Golightly's favourite dinner, which doesn't involve the microwave, bread, baked beans or a raw onion.
Ciao!
A randomly constructed burble through some of my days, some crafty, some not. Pot luck lives here - some days it's silk, some days it's calico.
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Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Too pooped to pop...
I'm pretty sure that was a song title back in the day... anyway, it's done, they're wed, and it was absolutely gorgeous... lovely spot, down by the water at Glebe, everybody behaved as you would expect, there were no fights, nobody got falling-over drunk, the bride & groom left under their own steam before their guests (and why do I mention this? Well, that's a story for another time...), and we were home in bed by 1.00am.
Yippee!
My favourite photo (well, that I took, anyway):
And the most unexpected photo of the day:
Who was she? Who cares? She knew a good thing when she saw it!
And finally, the funniest photo of the day:
He's got the flowers & she's trying to get the ring off. Just look at that concentration!
Yippee!
My favourite photo (well, that I took, anyway):
Just beautiful.
And the most unexpected photo of the day:
Who was she? Who cares? She knew a good thing when she saw it!
And finally, the funniest photo of the day:
He's got the flowers & she's trying to get the ring off. Just look at that concentration!
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