DAY TWENTY ONE.
Rob'in, noun. Small brown bird with a red breast.
I have been itching to make another embroidered collage since going to the Mrs Bertimus workshop at Hope and Elvis a few weeks ago.
Very happy with how this turned out and its making me feel very festive.
Which is lets face it never a bad thing!
Plus it means I used up one of my ever growning collection of rusty old tins.
Which in turn makes room for more forsaken tins that look at me with sad eyes every time I venture into the Old Town in Hastings.
Love Nora xxx
This is beautiful. We had a robin in our garden for a couple of years but the neighbour's cats got it. Robins always make me feel happy. They are such cheeky wee souls. Xx
ReplyDeleteLove LOVE LoVe your Robin
ReplyDeleteAli x
Your embroidered robin tin is absolutely charming! I've never seen anything quite like it.
ReplyDeletexo
Gorgeous, as always...
ReplyDeleteI'm curious, how many tins have you made so far ?
Fabulous!
ReplyDeleteThat robin rocks...is he/she machine or hand stitched? xx
ReplyDeleteps, I have some rusty old tins you might like if we ever get round to that swap...shall we make it a New Year's treat (2015!) ? xx
DeleteLove it! M x
ReplyDeleteOoo Tis beautiful x
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