My darling mum was always a collector and saver. I inherited and willingly pick up anything she began to discard because of a move to a smaller flat. I fully intend to turn the odds and ends into something, and this shoulder bag is one such thing.
I have no clue what she intended the two different kinds of material for. Probably something else. Only thing I’m sure about is the strap surprised her.
It’s an old bicycle tube.
The top is something shiny, the beads are mostly Czech glass, the floral-print is satin.
There’s something about contrasts …
So here’s the reason I was silent online for a fortnight and a day: I kept myself busy making this little trifle. Which is less of a trifle given the fact that I started out with flat material, a lenght of cord, a needle, thread and two boxes of Czech glass beads. Yup, that’s right: Each and every single one of the beads on this bag is sewn on by hand.
I’m rather pleased with the result, I have to admit. I wanted it to look random in it’s pattern, and I followed a meandering trail traced in tailor’s chalk before I began beading.
That’s not saying I didn’t beat myself on the head a few times in the process. What was I thinking using the really small beads and tracing such a long trail? And did they really all need two stitches to fasten them securely?
The answer is I was thinking how it would end up looking. And I like it. It was worth it.
All right. Bedhead is a well-known phenomenon. Beadhead? What’s that? The tennis star hairdo with plaits adorned with beads? Or – shock horror in all its tackiness – Axl Rose when he was at his most vain? Bo Derek imitating the classic hair taht looks so beutiful on dark brow heads and, on a pale head like hers just shows pgiskin between the ridges of hair?
Could be all of them.
It’s none of them. Instead it’s this:
An elastic band, sewn into a piece of material and adorned with beads. And it’s on my head.