I've been making yo-yos with some friends over the last year. We've yo-yod camping, over wine, during music lessons, you name it. They have found their way to decorate bags, cushions, hair elastics. Naturally I like to make them out of vintage fabrics and sheets, of which I have no shortage. So here is my flag, with some of my yo-yos mounted on some antique lacey cotton.
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19.2.13
Yo-yo for babies
My half-sister is having another baby, the last of the generation I'm fairly certain. She is quite far off centre on the hippy spectrum, which I love her for. A month back I received an envelope in the post asking me to decorate a flag, part of a concept called The Blessing Circle where friends and family contribute to a prayer flag for the baby's room, or other creative gift ideas.
I've been making yo-yos with some friends over the last year. We've yo-yod camping, over wine, during music lessons, you name it. They have found their way to decorate bags, cushions, hair elastics. Naturally I like to make them out of vintage fabrics and sheets, of which I have no shortage. So here is my flag, with some of my yo-yos mounted on some antique lacey cotton.
Each contribution is supposed to convey a message of some sort.... three times tables? The joy of up-cycling? Whatever, I think it is a lovely idea.
I've been making yo-yos with some friends over the last year. We've yo-yod camping, over wine, during music lessons, you name it. They have found their way to decorate bags, cushions, hair elastics. Naturally I like to make them out of vintage fabrics and sheets, of which I have no shortage. So here is my flag, with some of my yo-yos mounted on some antique lacey cotton.
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