I’m on quite the sewing kick, to the point where I feel kind of guilty. After all, I’ve made such a hullabaloo previously about being a generalist, about how I can’t seem to ever focus on a single craft, about how I flit from project to project and medium to medium like a cracked-out butterfly… and now here I am, stuck to my sewing machine.
So yesterday I pulled out my polymer clay box, closed my eyes, browsed my brain for inspiration, and got to work.
They were originally supposed to be earrings, but the Chameleons ended up a bit large. Still, they were a bit small for the kind of attention-grabbing pendant I like, so I got to work on some flowers.
I think they turned out nicely.
And, with some quick wireworking and a dig though my stash o’ findings, I have myself a necklace!
One for me, one for etsy perhaps. And thus, conscious absolved, I can return to sewing:
I can’t help myself.