Thinking of a birthday present, For a friend who likes the odd succulent, But they could carry disease, And she lives overseas, So I made one that needs no nourishment.
A conversation with a friend, Made me realise I must amend, That my first resin experiment, Did not all end in merriment, Once juicy pomegranate seeds, Now look like white bubbly beads, My sparkly glittery crushed rock, Looks duller than an office block, Before set some resin appears culinary, Such as jam made… Continue reading Learning is not perfection
I wanted to try a new form of art, I kept it basic for the start, The resin is used cold, Just mix and pour it in the mould, The bubbles usually came out with fire, But it didn't work on my barbed wire, Some flora colours were modified, Once the resin they were inside,… Continue reading A new years resolution to learning more
We had an evening of natural dying, On paper, without my usual tieing, Using things like pureed flax, citric acid, salt, vinegar and wax, That changed the dye's colour while they were drying.
I wrote a pretty average poem for this project, but there is so much I want to talk about and a short poem just wasn't going to encompass it. You may remember a dying project of mine from over a year ago. Well, the subsequent knitting project is finally on its way! After many test squares trying… Continue reading A rainbow with the blues
Wanting to have a bit of a play, I made something for a friend far away, Combining my two favourite things in the world, Made of stone and fibre twirled, Hopefully she likes it anyway.
I was knitting on the round With merino/possum I found After a month's delay For a friend's birthday Toastie ears are inbound This poem just wasn't working out, I've rewritten it enough to make me pout, What even rhymes with gift? Probably something like rift, Sorry for being a sellout.