For the last week I have mostly been sat on the sofa, on a pillow that looks like a giant polo mint. It’s quite comfy, but it does get boring after a while. My natural history DVD collection has been well and truly raided, and I reckon I know more about the Galapagos than David Attenborough does now. Did you know that there are pink iguanas there? PINK?! I think nature had a funny do on the day that they turned up.
Anyway, to keep myself occupied I have mostly been making fings. In fact I’m considering setting up one of these Etsy shops. I suppose there’s no harm in having a go? What do you think? If anyone is interested in any of these items, please do let me know, I plan on flogging them to help pay for my out-of-control hat buying habit.
Apologies for the blurring. My camera was drunk at the time. I’ve actually really enjoyed spending time with my bead box and I’m particularly enamoured with wire-work jewellery. Every treble clef and swirl was made with the help of pliers and patience. It’s actually surprisingly easy when you get the knack.
A poetic license was issued in connection with this post. No dragons’ noses were harmed in the jewellery making process.