Oh dear, I've been at it again. When I say "it" I mean acting out on a slightly obsessive compulsion. In the past it's been the yo-yos, pin cushions and door stops but now it is birds. Yes folks, I have morphed into the sewing equivalent of an ornithologist.
I sometimes get wind in my sails and keep on at an idea until I run out of puff. As with most projects, it all started when I picked up a piece of fabric and smoothed it between my fingers. Then, I spotted an equally lovely but contrasting piece of fabric and felt that one up too. That was me done for.
Out came the ironing board, on went the sewing machine and out the window went all plans of clearing out drawers, sorting out cupboards and cleaning bathrooms. First I cut one, then five, then 20 fabric birds which I then went on to pin, sew, stuff and close. Oh the pleasure one can find in rummaging through a stash of fabric coming up with fabric combinations both weird and wonderful! Some are a little kooky, others are traditional matches made in textile heaven.
Bliss. I am totally in love with them. I have made loads of these before but there's something about this particular flock which makes me all gooey inside.
I'm going to perch some on little twigs and suspend them from the ceiling, I might just balance several on a large twig, or make birdie mobiles from them. I don't care if they never have a purpose other than to make me feel good. I know some of you see that as pointless, a la the dozens of yo-yos I made a few months back, but I see the pleasure they give me as a reason for their existence in themselves.
In saying that, who can think of another potential use for them? Crazy ideas welcome. Perhaps one could adorn a race day hat? Maybe I could pin them on to household pot plants? Should I stitch little French knots as eyes or leave them blind but beautiful?
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