We have a big hanging paper lampshade in the front room. It's wide in the middle, but narrow top and bottom, which generally prevents moths this size from getting in. It does not, however, prevent them from braining themselves in the attempt.
This little guy kept landing on me for a rest between attempts. After much dodging about trying to photograph my own shoulder, I persuaded him to sit on my hand instead.
That's Anthea on the left. She's bubbly and outgoing, and always lets everyone know exactly what she thinks. On the right is her cousin Carrie-Anne, who is one of those quiet ones you have to watch out for.
They're not best friends yet, but they will be.
In case you wondered if I'm writing a story about them, the answer is yes. Only I'd quite like it to be a graphic novel.
That's Sprat in the background, keeping an eye on them for me. (And they're standing on the ironing board, hence the strange green flower under Anthea's feet.)
The hearts I swapped for have all arrived. Here they are for you to admire. I had a little trouble with the colours on this one - some of the fabrics are shot silk, which is hard to photograph, it turns out.
This is addictive. Must make more hearts!
Rosemary and Maureen's hearts arrived the same day. I got home from an unusually long, hard day at work to find them waiting on the ironing board ready to cheer me up.
(Doesn't everyone put un-opened mail on the ironing board? No? I keep my ironing board set up behind the sofa, where it makes a handy repository for far too much junk.)
I've received these three beautiful hearts, in return for mine. You can see the kind of workmanship I'm trying to live up to!
Pieces of lace and fabric came with them. I'm thinking of making an album of the hearts, with quilted fabric pages, so I'll probably use as many of these bits as I can on the cover.
