However, I seldom really know what to do with the yards of ribbon and endless beads and buttons that I've amassed over the years. Today I decided to try and make earrings.
Now, there is one item on this table that I have learnt to be wary of, and that's superglue. I am more or less banned from using it at work following an unfortunate incident with a colleague's phone, and another unfortunate incident with the same poor colleague's desk. But since I once witnessed my father accidentally glue his finger to the ceiling, I figure it's in my genes.
Fearing the gluing, I turned to my next nemesis - sewing. I suck at sewing. But in this instance it was necessarily merely to attach pieces of ribbon together - not to create a neat masterpiece. The result is shown below. At which point my husband entered, raised an eyebrow and wisely decided not to comment. It looked a bit better when I added a button. A bit... not a lot.
I then found covered buttons which I'd bought in a fabulous shop on the old quay in Plymouth. (Allowing me to tip a whole litre jar full of buttons onto the counter was a brave move on the part of the shop owner. It's literally a miracle I'm not still there!). These had awkward plastic fixings to the reverse so out came the trusty Stanley knife. There are no photos of this step; I can't hold a button, a sharp knife and a camera. However, the fact that I'm typing this should reassure you that no fingers were lost. They nearly were when I tried to take the back of an old metal British Rail button, but that's another story!
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