Spring in Melbourne means school fete season. I love the community spirit and the thousands of hours of work done by parents all across town to put these days together. I don't love the fact that the money raised is so desperately needed by our schools to fund essentials, such as our school music program.
|chenille toddler pants|
Someone donated some old chenille bedspreads to the craft group, and they found their way to me to be turned into toys and clothing.
|chenille elephants - waiting for eyes to be stitched|
Although chenille is apparently french for caterpillar, it seems such an Australian word to me.
I think my (heretofore unknown) desire to work with chenille has well and truly expired. I hope attendees at the fete have not similarly exhausted their desire for all things chenille. Is it all a bit 90's or is there still an appetite for clothing that makes you look like a colourful woolly mammoth?
you have done a fantastic job with these!ReplyDelete
Talk about spinning straw into gold! Fabulous! (and I'm a total sucker for cute girlie dresses).ReplyDelete