It's been a while. I've had a lovely little Clothkits parcel stashed away for a while now. First the season was wrong, then my belly swelled. Finally it's time had come, and the scrunchy tissue was removed, the sewing machine unhusked and zim zum, voila, a skirt. I was especially looking forward to this one as the design is by the tremendous Rob Ryan, whose quirky and poetic paper cuts are just what you would wish for on a skirt. It wasn't yet open when I was living in East London, but when I finally get to go back (can't face it with a babe and preschooler in tow right now!) I'll definitely be making a visit to his shop Ryantown in Spitalfields.
Enough preamble, here's the item in question...
With Dadda Boo in the UK on a business trip, it was a one-woman (at least for now...) photo shoot in the mirror. Hmmm, see the issue there? The text. Yes, the text... ho hum. The cut out lettering on the bell says 'This bell will ring when you take me in your arms and hold me'. What more can one ask for than a romantic skirt?!
Ah yes, as you can see, I wasn't alone for very long.
On the back the text reads 'Every bird is my brother and sister'. Boo loves this.
And soon I was relegated to the background.
I have great respect for someone who can wield a scalpel with such impressive results, precision never having been my forte.
Staying with cut-outs, today we picked up this book from the library:
Nicky McClure is a self taught cut-out artist who uses black paper to create images, usually with a family/home life theme. Her book Mama, is it summer yet? was just right for us today, when we are hanging on for the pacific northwest summer to finally emerge. The young boy asks if it is summer way too early and his mother plants seeds with him and draws his attention to things changing in the natural world around them, until the strawberries are in fruit and summer is finally here.
Finally, if paper cutting rings your bell, you must check out the work of Peter Callesen, who can do things with a scalpel and a piece of A4 white paper than I can only marvel at.
Now where did I put those cack-handed scissors?
