in honour of our urban compost bees … a brooch
Oh, the perils of playing. I had such a to-do-list this morning. Wash the clothes, vacuum the carpet, bake a cake, stew the apples, pin out the next quilt top, work on the fox … I was even looking forward to it!
But then, I caught sight of the little card chair from yesterday and thought about the cross stitched upholstery I want to make for it, and the beautiful cross stitch books that arrived a couple of weeks ago that I haven’t stitched anything from … and I decided to just sit down for a quick moment and have a play. I would cross stitch something small and sweet and then get stuck into the list. ’Twas only 9am – plenty of time.
So I gathered my supplies and began stitching a bee – despite my immune system’s tendency to overreact, I do love bees. And for the last several months, we appear to have our own colony – in the old compost bin under the old hibiscus tree in the back garden. There are hundreds of the sweet little critters, darting in and out of the hand gaps for lifting the domed lid off, swooping about our garden, making the most of each flowering specimen as it comes into season. When we had the terrible heat back in January and February, we could regularly hear our bees cooling their “hive” down – impressive stuff. I would so love to get some protective clothing and a smoker for Julian and Abby so they could check in the compost bin and see what our bees are up to. I bet it’s dripping with honey. We’d have to call it “Urban Compost”. No sweet countryside names for our honey :-)
And then, when the cross stitch was done, what to do with it? It would look pretty with some felt – perhaps some of Mr. Fox’s petals …
And a backing, blanket stitched on to hide the working …
And maybe some crochet around the edge – I agonised over this for a bit – started with ecru, pulled it out, started it again, pulled it out, tried a red, pulled it out, tried a pale pale blue, pulled it out, settled on the green, pulled it out, persevered, fretted that it looked too twee, decided to live with it a while and check with my girlie – she usually knows …
Added a safety pin to the back … all the better for wearing.
Or a bag
But I do like it on the cardie. Having a bee brooch does make me question the whole notion of adornment. A bee brooch, really? Why? Sometimes I think to decorate myself is such a peculiar artifice – what real and measurable purpose does hanging baubles from myself serve? And so then I go for weeks without earrings or necklaces or scarves or makeup, my hair just caught up in a plain bar clip – the same simple clothes each day. Then I remember how much I love prettiness and colour, so drag out all the trinkets and brightly patterned clothes and enjoy them all once more. I am a bit odd, aren’t I. Perhaps my hesitation stems from the less is more approach that is so often lauded in our design culture. So not me. Perhaps I would have felt more at home in the Georgian or Elizabethan era :-) I LOVE pretty details.
So, in celebration of more is marvellous, I pinned on my brooch to wear the rest of the day and realised it was 2.20 and I had only hung out the first load of washing and done NOTHING else on the list. And poor old Abby was having a crappy day (thanks to a streaming cold and high school dilemmas) and I wanted to make her a chocolate cake for when she came home from school and I wasn’t here. So, on with the apron, out with the mixer and I whipped up the chocolate cake from the Easter Feast recipes in April’s British Country Living. Time enough, whilst it cooked, to wash the dishes, pick the obvious fluff up off the carpet, tidy the embroidery things, and make the bed. Phew!
But I didn’t show you Mr. Fox – this is him on Sunday – he’s come a long way since then. He’s looking very charming and I am very excited about this chair. It will sit at our craft table.
Tomorrow – I WILL pay attention to the list. Truly, I will.