I am never really stuck for a special gift for someone. I just pop out to The ThreadShed and create something appropriate and personal. This week some friends in the village were celebrating their silver wedding anniversary with a party at their gorgeous beach front house The Dingle (Check it out as it’s available to rent for holidays in our beautiful village).
Let’s face it 25 years is mighty impressive in these days of ‘short term marriage’ so I really wanted to mark it with a special gift. After a bit of ‘mind craft’ I plumped for a plump, personalised cushion embroidered in silver of course.
The party was super, the Prosecco, was flowing, and the plump little cushion came up trumps.
Oh and I take orders for personalised cushions and I have hundreds of colours of beautiful embroidery threads and some gorgeous fabrics awaiting your own perfect creation for a perfect celebration.
We walk our beach most days, usually at the shoreline where the best beach treasures can be found.
The Wiki article link explains how the sea tosses and tumbles the glass, sometimes over many decades, smoothing it all off and turning the glass opaque in colour. There is also sea pottery to be found on the shores. I like to imagine all our beach pickings have come from sunken ships and lost treasures. However, the commonest finds are probably soda bottles or milk bottles.
It is often used for jewellery but The Husband has made a sea glass skull and I like to make sea glass hair slides and hair ornaments.
We picked this little hoard up in just our regular half hour walk this evening. So, next time you walk the shores, look for the sparkling sea diamonds glinting in the sunshine and if you don’t know what to do with what you find then just pass it our way for our ‘arty farty’ creations ❤️
Every so often I get gifted things to get all ‘arty farty’ with. Yesterday I was so excited when my lovely neighbour popped over to tell me that she had got her dad’s old trunk out of the attic and did I want to take a look. Of course I was gazing adoringly into the trunk practically before she had even finished her sentence, as it was absolutely filled to the brim with beautiful feathers, sparkly trims and chenille wools, and I really mean filled to the brim.
It transpired that my neighbour’s dad had been a passionate fisherman and the colourful contents of the trunk had been used for making his own flies and lures. I saw some examples of his work and they were an art form in their own right.
I had a glorious afternoon playing with the feathers and trims. I added in some of my vintage buttons and ric-rac, and I used my vintage daisy wheel to make flowers with the chenille. I am absolutely chuffed to bits with my first creations – two gorgeous, rockabilly fascinators.
So here’s to the proud and creative fisherman Lewis John Jenkins. I really hope that he is fishing at the end of the horizon somewhere stunning and smiling happily over his life’s collection being used in a very different ‘arty farty’ kinda way. ❤️