Sometimes it is easier to just give into a fairy, and let her have her moment of glory, again. Her name is Morgana. I found a wonderful website here that generates fantasy names, and I just kept going till I found the perfect one for a rather pushy fairy.
I followed the pattern from this book , Knitted Fairies by Fiona McDonald, for the Rainbow Dream Fairy. Now there are two ingenious things about these fairies. You get them to sit up, by shoving a roll of cardboard up their bodies and into the head, and you add wire to the outside of the wings so they keep a shape. I don’t want to give away the authors secrets completely, so you will need to read the book to see what you do exactly, and although it doesn’t tell you I used the same method for the wire in the wings as you do for the card in the body.
The author actually paints the faces onto her fairies and I have to say they are stunning. However, for ordinary mortals like me there are instructions for making eyes and lips from felt, they are just not as satisfactory, although of course I might get better with the next fairy.
The other brilliant thing is that all the fairies in the book have the same basic body so you can mix and match the clothes and the wings. She was actually easier to knit and construct than I thought, and was great fun. Once you have found the yarn for the hair, the rest just follows. I got this from a charity shop.
In fact Morgana came almost completely from stash. I bought yarn for the wings as I had nothing suitable, the rest I had. The lace I dyed myself years and years and years ago, it was just perfect for her. It is long enough to go right down her back. You can’t really see the necklace I made. I think I got the beads from Christmas crackers or something of that ilk. There were three lots of three beads on wire which had clearly been wrapped round something. So I unstrung them and made a necklace. the skirt is fastened with a popper and the wings are sewn on, but could be attached with a popper too ( sorry snap fastener), only I didn’t have another one. I have bought some since.
The biggest problem I had was with the second ear, which went really and truly very badly wrong, and I had to cut it off when I finally admitted to myself that it really would not do.
Anyway there she is, Morgana, now I am just going to park her up here
for some flying practice whilst I get on with the rest of this post.
Oh dear she looks a bit sad, makes a change from stroppy.
Gillyflower blogged about some fabulous book marks she had made, and I just couldn’t resist making some myself.
The charms sit at the top of the bookmark on a loop.
I wondered if
maybe someone would like to have this bookmark, and would like to enter a little giveaway. All you have to do is tell me in the comments of a wonderful memory you have to do with books. It can be any memory at all, as long as it is decent. To get you thinking, this is my wonderful memory.
Many years ago, there was handsome young man. He had two older brothers , and they had both done rather well for themselves in their history A level course work. One had written of Billy the kid, the legend, the films, the books and he had got a very good grade indeed. The other brother had written of the Great Escape, he had done such thorough research, he had gone to the record office at Kew to look at original documents. He had got a very good grade too.
But the handsome youngest son was in despair. He worried and he fretted, what was he going to do, how could he get a good grade? He thought and he thought and he thought. He consulted a wise woman, a very wise woman indeed.
She said “We must make a journey , a hazardous journey ( you try the A64 and you will know what I mean), we must leave early in the morning so we do not encounter the CROWDS. We must travel to York”
“Oh yes” agreed the young hero, let us go the ancient city of York. “But why?” he asked the wise woman (believe me she was very very wise indeed).”
Together they faced the hazard of the A64. Boldly they entered York, and paid the fee demanded by the York City Council for leaving their beloved new Citroen C3( it was a becoming shade of Tuscan blue). They traversed those narrow streets and entered the comforting world of the Book shop. They settled on the floor and perused the erudite tomes on the Prohibition years in America. They read and looked and swapped volumes, until at last they had the magnificent books that contained the information that the hero had thought he would never never find.
Dear reader, I was that wise woman, and my son did indeed get a very good grade for his A level history project. We had such a good time, sat on that floor surrounded by books, one of my many happy memories with my boys.
Now that was probably a bit over the top , but you get the drift.
The giveaway will remain open till the witching hour on the 13th of September , with the winner announced in Knit and Natter on the 14th. Good luck.
Quickly now, because the flying practice is not going well, and I need to go to the rescue. Here is the current book I am reading.
Which is actually quite funny, and the colourful bit of knitting is the second sleeve on Master T’s jumper.