Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
A few of my pals have been asking WHY I made conjoined elephant twins. I am tempted to simply say, why not? But the truth is it's because Evelyn Evelyn - the "conjoined twins" who sing one of my very favourite songs, Elephant Elephant - are touring here soon and I wanted to make them a present.
The observant among you will notice there are quote marks around "conjoined twins". That is because the "twins" look remarkably like Amanda Palmer (swoon) and Jason Webley. You can read more about that here.
As for Amanda Palmer - she is my very favourite musician. This pic was taken a few years ago at my favourite bar, the Butterfly Club, after she'd done a slumber party gig there. Yep, we all turned up in our PJs at midnight and listened to the amazing Amanda pound the piano into the wee hours of the morning. And when the show was over I gave her the black rabbit you see her clutching in the pic. I'd made him just a few hours before the show and dressed him in a little stripey jumper made from an old sock.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Why hello there.
We are conjoined elephant twins made of felt. We were inspired by the song Elephant Elephant, performed by conjoined twins Evelyn Evelyn. You can read all about them here. We were made by hand by Luna.
If you would like us to live with you, click here - we don't take up a mammoth amount of room and we promise not to make too many trunk calls.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Now, there's nothing wrong with spreading out when you craft (at least that is what I tell myself). But, much like not having an actual fabric cupboard, I do not have an actual craft room, either, so you might well find me crafting in the lounge, or in the car (if I am a passenger, that is - I have not yet learnt how to apply make-up at all, let alone when driving the way so many multitaskers do, so I am not going to attempt knitting while changing gears - especially because I drive an auto) or even on the train on my way to work. I suppose that makes me some kind of crafting gyspy, with nowhere to call my crafting homeland. As a result, there's evidence of crafty stuff all over my place. I'm the kind of person who has knitting needles in her handbag and buttons in her jeans pocket. If I ever get pulled over by the cops it's going to be kind of embarrassing.
'Ma'am, we have reason to believe you've bought more than your fair share of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups for the third week in a row. I'm going to have to search your handbag.'
'OK. Good luck.'
'Let's see, there's a ball of wool in here that doesn't match the half-finished bit of knitting that's also in here, a sock monster's head and some scribbled notes that look suspiciously like plans for some kind of craft that will involve you spreading your craft stuff all over the place...'
Sorry, off on a tangent there, must be all the Reese's PB cups I've eaten making my mind wander. I meant to say that because I don't have an actual craft room, I end up crafting anywhere and everywhere.
My dining room gets called 'the craft room' because that is where I do most of my crafting when I'm at home, and it's where all my craft supplies are stored. OK, that is a lie, and if you have read this far then you should have spotted it a mile off. Like I said before, I have fabric all through the house and lately I have started viewing my car as a mobile storage unit for whatever I've bought on special at Spotlight but quite possibly did not really need and definitely can't shove under the craft table since there is ABSOLUTELY NO MORE ROOM. Ahem. Note to self, do something with all the stuff under the craft table (no, taking it all out, lovingly sorting through it and then putting it all back really does not count as 'doing something' with all the stuff under the craft table).
When I first started crafting a few years ago, I did my crafty stuff our old ugly dining room table, leaving half-done projects there for weeks at a time, which was fine because we usually ate dinner on our laps in front of the telly anyway (hmmm, could there be a link between those two things?) A while ago, my clever husband reconfigured the furniture in the dining/ craft room and somehow managed to squeeze in a special craft table just for me (which was immediately covered by a sewing machine, several UFOs and my laptop-slash-convenient flat surface to put piles of fabric on) AND a funky new dedicated dining table, too.
'There,' he said triumpantly, 'now when we have dinner parties we can sit at the dinner table like grown-ups, and not have to eat off our laps.'
'Dinner table?' I replied innocently. 'Oh, you mean my big new pattern-cutting table... you didn't really think it wouldn't get swamped with craft stuff, did you?'
We ate one meal on that table to celebrate being grown ups at last, and then, as soon as we'd cleared the plates, the table magically vanished beneath several sewing patterns and some half-finished sock critters. It's not my fault I swear. Like I said, I'm a visual person...
Where do you craft? Do you have a dedicated craft space? And if so, can I craft there with you? I won't take up too much space, honestly...
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Some of us went all out and managed to achieve the very rare double splits (it helps if you have four legs). That's Katja on the right looking pretty pleased with her achievement.
She's with Mr Holeproof, who's busting his best '70s disco move.