Being married to a bagpiper leads to a surfeit of invitations to Burns Suppers round about now. We always go to the village one, which has few speeches, plenty of haggis and loads of Scottish dancing. Some villagers even remember the steps from year to year. Tonight we're going to some friends for another one. This time - loads of speeches, plenty of haggis and hardly any dancing.
This is the Supper that I made the two corsages for. The girls are wearing their kilts and I've felted some merino with a touch of alpaca and silk to try and echo their tartans. The top one is Ancient MacDonald and the lower one is Black Watch with my version of a Scottish thistle. The photos don't really show the colours all that well, but everyone seemed more than pleased with them, which was a big relief. It's aways slightly nerve-wracking making things specially for people. But, as the owner's cat curled up on the Black Watch brooch, I felt reassured that it had at least one fan.
amo, amas, amat
Always feel a bit guilty about cutting up even old decrepit books but closed my eyes and punched some hearts out of The Oxford Book of Latin Verse. (Thrifted, of course.)
Still got loads of brown wrapping paper from Amazon deliveries, so made a
bag with rows of layered hearts machined on
a big 2" version with enough hearts to make a 3D bauble on red thread
and a wee one on a tiny cream coloured tag
with a dangly red thread
Are you feeling all Valentinesey now?
OK, I'm off to practice my "Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie" in case I'm called upon to contribute to the evening's entertainment!
See you soon
Chrissie