To be honest that Random Weave workshop flummoxed me.
My droopy inflorescence palm fronds were all over the place and
despite good teaching, I couldn't sort the warp from the weft.
When most others said they felt like humming songs while weaving,
I was feeling somewhat agitated.
I came away with some kind of flat basket.
That I have since tricked up with a few silk one-of-a-kind Floras.
Smoke and mirrors.
Since then I have had the good sense to
go back to what I do best.
Sculpting a black lace headpiece.
Could've have been inspired by the Dog of the Year.
He was fixated.
In breaking news, the biggest Flora I have ever fashioned
might be heading to Mercedes Benz Fashion Festival: Brisbane.
It had to come back home to the house of Flora for a check over to
make sure it wouldn't fly off the mannequin's head during a quick turn.
And, remember, know your limitations.