I just loved (and still do!) the little mermaid growing up. I may have at times only responded to Ariel. She was my hero! Her flowing red hair and beautiful singing voice and adventures under the sea.
As serendipity has it, on my casual walk through the infinite abyss that is the internet I came across a template for DIY mermaid doll, apparently some expired sew-along/sweepstakes. Well there was just one thing to do, scrap everything until I would have a mermaid of my very own and printed out the free template.
Now, I didn’t quite like the minimal facial features. Instead I mimicked the asymmetric facial features of a doll I bought a year ago in a tiny boutique in Buenos Aires’ Palermo district. I did a rough draft in pencil (which I know is very bad of me) on the muslin and used free-motion sewing to embroider it. As luck would have it, the pencil marks magically vanished. So no harm, no foul, right?
FIY: All materials are up-cycled. The hair is a former pillow case (duvet case is missing, beats me), the fin is an awful green dress, filling is lining from a coat I’m currently up-cycling the fleece (stay tuned!), etc., etc., etc. Making this a very eco-friendly mermaid!
I’m very well pleased with the results, despite slight early onset female baldness (right side) which I might just cover up by adding another bow.
Again with the hacking theme. I’m starting to fall for electroluminescent wire (often abbreviated to EL wire) which is a thin copper wire coated in a phosphor which glows when an alternating… a.k.a. something out of this world. In particular I’m interested in EL-tape which you can simply stick to [an appropriate type] fabric. Sounds simple right?
This fascination didn’t really spark until I came across a EL-tape extravaganza at BurdaStyle. This Californian girl Annissë has made these insanely cool TRON legacy costumes, both Quorra and Siren Gem. Seriously, I’m in awe. Just look at her! Simply stunning.
How on Earth did she do it?! And more importantly, can I? Let the researching begin!
My friend has been encouraging me to participate at my local hackerspace lately. When I’ve gone, the visits have been (to say the least) fruitless. However, during my recent trip to the States, from where I acquired a good sum of knitting/crocheting books, I was inclined to offer my services for a knit-along. The meeting wasn’t as productive as I had hoped. Basically it consisted of me (the not so experienced knitter) and 3-4 males that had either never tried casting on before or at least not since elementary school some decades ago. It was painful, yet hilarious.
Anyway, from this encounter I finally realized since these jokers could try knitting with minimal guidance, then I too could take up crocheting. My first task: a foxy scarf inspired by something I stumbled upon on pinterest.
I found some leftover yarn from god only knows when was last used and armed with my 5.5mm hook and my Happy Hooker I made a fair attempt at crocheting. My mom came to my rescue every single time I had to start a new piece from scratch (I can cast on, but that first row is just beyond my capabilities). I soon found out that I had nowhere near enough yarn to replicate the aforementioned fox inspiration. Hence, my new mission was now to make a children’s version and give it to my 6 year old niece for first of summer. I guess this qualify to be a very belated “paying it forward“ from all the knickknacks my aunt has given me growing up. Besides, it’s not really suited for a 26 year old wannabe-adjunct at the University of Iceland now is it?
Over the past week I has been slowly coming along. But there was a very clear message of what the f*** are you doing coming from my handcraft heroes — my 86 year old grandmother and forever 26 aunt. Apparently my crocheting skill are [quote] oafish (í. aulalegir) [/quote] and my taste in colors is obscene. It’s supposed to be a fox, and I don’t see many pink foxes running around?! Disregarding their sentiments, I soldiered on and this is what I came up with:
For a first attempt, I’m quite pleased with myself. Lets just hope that my 6 year old niece is not as harsh a critic as other members of my immediate family.
Please, please, wait a minute mister PacMan.
When — not if — I get a man, I’m knitting him this for Christmas. If he doesn’t like it, then he’s no man of mine.