Sometimes good things are worth waiting for. This year, my angels finally made it to Christmas dinner. Each year, after finding a treasure at the flea market, I design an ornament using it.
After a week of Kafkaesque scenarios of white bodies (with newly attached hands and the random foot or two) perched to dry over the heating vents, looking as if they were about to be tumbled in, all ten angels were ready for heads, faces, and hair. Each of these steps seemed like huge stumbling blocks last year…but with a week to go, this year, I was determined to just work through each challenge, a process at a time. Heads got molded, faces got painted, and silver embroidery thread became “wigs”.
Vintage lace was cut into underskirts. The lovely black silk, hand-embroidered edging (the inspiration for the ornament, to begin with) was stitched into skirts with old black flower motifs as bodices. Bits of gold lace were trimmed with even more gold trim and were stitched into crowns. Old French crystals were added here and there. Wigs were trimmed. A long piece of wired netting was cut into wings; vintage millinery leaves were wired in. Nearly done.
Pieces of an old necklace, looking like stars to me, were strung with crystals and beads. The band of angels was finished. Finally: ready for a dinner debut. That was a totally wonderful feeling…each step of this whole project challenged my skills… I gave in last year…but FINISHED this year.
On to the search for “just the thing” to inspire next year’s!