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Crossing paths

My parents have had a clearout recently, and my mum passed this on to me:

It used to belong to my grandmother, who passed away three years ago, and mum found it in one of the last few boxes of her possessions that they sorted out.

It came with its original box and had its original leaflet with it:

These lovely flowers are made of moulted flamingo feathers which have been salvaged from along the shore of world famous Lake Nakuru. They are made by handicapped African artisans who carefully match slight variations of feather types and colours in order to produce a large variety from which one can choose. The colours range from blush white through the pink shades to scarlet and then back through rich brown tones to black.

By special permission from the Board of Trustees of the Kenya National Parks these waste materials are gathered and utilised. The birds are in no way disturbed. Regular remittances by the Bethany Bookshop to the Parks helps to support their wildlife conservation program and all profits from the sale of the flamingo feather articles are used in the philanthropic work of The Africa Gospel Church.

Where this is special to me, is that my husband and I spent our honeymoon in Kenya, at Lake Nakuru and in the Great Rift Valley, and I still remember the Lake, with its pink-fringed shores, thick with flamingos. It intrigues me that a strand of my life has somehow overlapped here with my grandmother’s, our paths somehow crossing, even though at vastly different times and in widely different circumstances.

It intrigues me, too, because my grandmother was a magpie herself, loving finery, and a grand storyteller as well. But no-one remembers her ever wearing this, and she has no stories about either going to Africa, or having friends who went. My father remembers that his father – my grandfather and her husband – was stationed in East Africa during the war, but thought he was mostly based in Madagascar – so I wondered if this was a gift from him. But this box and the leaflet dates as 1966, long after the war ended – and my father nearing adulthood – and so the mystery remains.

Whatever the circumstances, I love this connection to her, the crossing of our paths, and the little sad reminder that I never got to hear *all* her stories. I still miss her.

Working small and slow

Getting back into the swing of things after a wretched couple of weeks … the cold I had developed into a full-blown flu that laid me out for the best part of a week, and then, just when I thought things were starting to pick up, the muscle in my neck and shoulder seized up and I got to spend another week alternating between total agony and medicated blankness.

I’m still feeling slow, and because RSI might be a contributing factor to the shoulder problem, I’m working small and in short bursts before I get back to working on the bigger, detailed pieces … and so, some little monochrome corsages in linen and lace.

fabric corsages - winter monochromes in linen and lace



floral corsage - winter rose


fabric corsage ... white linen cockade

You can see these and more in my Etsy shop … or if you’d like a bespoke service, please do contact me