Woman's hat, French (Normandy, Bray). Probably 19th century or early 20th century. Silk; lace, embroidered net, moire, ribbon. The Elizabeth Day McCormick Collection.
Our bookbinding for April's Hand Made Book Club is supposed to be small enough to fit in a tin. I do have a bunch of Altoids tins, but I really wanted to use this larger watercolor pencil one. Bonus, there's also room for a small pen.
I thought it would be clever to stamp the watercolor paper with a palette stamp and watercolor it in a messy way, kind of like how mine looks when I'm painting.
I'm still planning on making a mini book that fits in an Altoids tin because, who doesn't like mini books?
I arrive at the yarn store and grab a skein off the shelf, the exact same brand, type, weight and color of the one I bought a week ago. Everyone in the store immediately knows that I miscalculated the amount of yarn I'd need for a project. They start booing at me. They are throwing crocheted tomatoes at me. The old lady giving knitting lessons in the corner is shaking her head. She had such high hopes for me. The cashier spits at me when I pay for it.
I'd like to introduce to everyone this horrid thing I created about a year ago but haven't shown many people yet (probably for the best).
This is Baby. AKA The Monster. AKA Sight Tremendous and Abhorred, AKA Vile Insect, AKA A Thing Such As Even Dante Could Not Have Conceived, etc, etc. It's made from bits of scrap fabric I scrounged from various sources and is roughly the size of a human toddler. Its design is based on Mary Shelly's original descriptions of Frankenstein's creature.
But that's not all! Behold!
You can dissect this little abomination to reveal a full set of crocheted, knitted, and scrap fabric organs, all hand-stitched by yours truly!
It has a heart, stomach, lungs, liver, small and large intestine, kidneys, bladder, and, of course, a brain! So it can ponder the horrors of its own existence!
I used this pattern by Less Than Three for the heart. I ended up felting it because I screwed up most of the stitches (I was relatively new to crochet at the time). The result was a bit of a blobby mess, but oh well.
So yeah. This thing lives in my house now (my family hates it). I have yet to reap the full consequences of my hubris.