Got off the plane at the Hamilton airport to find Hot Hot Hot weather - quite a change from the low 20s Alberta. At least, the heat gave me an excuse to finish my vacation by sitting on the porch, catching the breezes and reading a book. Here's more brooches.
When I was a kid, my Mom would cut buttons off our old clothing and put them in the button jar to reuse when needed. Nowadays, if it's clothing that has gone from wearable, to gardening or to painting attire, and sometimes then to rags, I cut the buttons off and yes, put them in a button jar (tin in my case) before they get tossed. And I do have a collection of old buttons too. I was thrilled when I saw this button brooch.
I still remember the CGIT pledge and a bit of the song. Any requests?
I like these pop can brooches and the bendy appendages. My young'un got it for me from Ten Thousand Villages in Toronto.
A friend of mine is a very talented fibre artist. Not only does she make beautiful brooches like this but also wonderful felted "paintings". Check out woolscapes.com for a boo at Jenn's work.
When I was given this brooch I wasn't sure what it was and even though I've been told what it is - the frog legs give it away - the head still looks like whiskers with eyes - scary!
The last of my little tin bird brooches. They weigh next to nothing and are perfect to put on those light summer tops.
I've seen the Eiffel Tower lit up and twinkling. If you rock this brooch back and forth it twinkles back at you.
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