Sometimes I get a hankerin’ for papercrafts. Don’t we all?
I used up my last gluestick on these cuties.
They are only about 3 inches square, and are perfect for secretly tucking a note under someone’s door, or for giving your masseuse a cash tip.
I rarely doodle, but had a lot of fun just “zoning out” and using some archival pens on this one.
A pair of matching pants, out of linen and lace, for two of my dance friends. Of course I hafta put some sweet, stitched initials in the inside, so they don’t get mixed up!
Popcorn: The beautiful result of a sudden, but planned, explosion. A person has to apply a great deal of heat in order for that unique, creative outburst of starch to occur.
Without applying the heat and pressure to the kernel, nothing will change, and the seed simply stays in a state of potential, without a result.
I’m always pressuring myself into feeling like I should be aiming for “the popcorn” when all I really want is to sit still, sifting the cool, smooth kernels through my fingers; to revel in their stasis, their uniformity, their predictable shape.
Once popped, if the corn is not devoured very soon by hungry and enthusiastic consumers, it will swiftly begin to grow stale, and will no longer be enjoyable. Is it better to keep the un-popped kernels tucked in the freezer door, and to never see the potential become a reality?
If all of our kernels turned into popcorn without any effort on our part, we would end up drowning in a sea of popcorn. We would hate having it around. It would get crushed underfoot instead of being enjoyed. We would grow fat on eating it, but would never appreciate it’s effortless abundance.
I hope that I can learn to not feel guilty about the time that I spend enjoying my un-popped kernels for what they represent. I also hope that I have the courage to sometimes turn on (and to endure) the heat, and the good fortune to get a great big bowl of popcorn as a result. Best of all, it wish to surround myself with the right crowd of hungry people to help me appreciate and enjoy the end result.
Belly dance belt: various leather scraps, vintage flower pin, sparkly gems, shoelace webbing trim, and aluminum pop tabs.
You know?…Those thingys that you grab onto, to help you open an aluminum soda/soup can? Whatever you happen to call them in your region — pull tabs, pop tabs, soda can pulls — they can be found in abundance.
Because I spent my childhood in the northeast part of the US, I call them “POP” tabs. You may remember that I previously made a necklace from pop tabs.
These little tabs happen to make a really fantastic sound when clinking and clanking against each other! They don’t cost anything. Even if you’re not a soda drinker, chances are, you can get someone to collect them for you. The aluminum weighs almost nothing, so there’s a lot bang for your buck as far as tinkling noises go.
Over a year ago, I made a chainmail aluminum pop tab belt, to wear as part of my regular dance practice gear. Apologies in advance for the chigger-sized photo:
A tiny photo of aluminum chainmail belt.
I made it from four sections of chainmail (and leather) to wear as a stand-alone piece, but I was easily able to disassemble it in order to reuse parts of it for this particular belt assemblage here. The great part is that I can put the original belt back together if I choose to, in the future.
If I get enough requests for it, I’ll post some sketches or a tutorial on how to cut and link the tabs together. As well as how I made the jump rings from electric fence wire. 😉
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For all photos of my purses, totes, and handbags in one place, visit the Twisted Textiles Facebook page. (Now, THAT was easy, wasn’t it?!)
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