The show... oh dear oh dear oh dear.

Well it didn't start well, in fact it very much started without me at all. I'd scooted to Truro taking the wife to work' i was moodily but hopeful mooching round Hobbycraft ( shop cocked full of things like wool beads and paint..) When i got a text... "Are you on the way?" from my partner in art crime. As i rifled through the "jump rings" looking for something to connect coper things to safety pins..I was thrown a bit, texted back .."ah?" I'd been given the dates and told "the week end" so i had assumed that meant weekend ie Saturday and Sunday. Dates mean little to me, tell me a date and i will instantly either forget it or say yes, but have no idea when exactly its is. So in this context Weekend meant Friday and Saturday. I wasn't ready at all and despite a few texts telling me i could arrive late i said "spread out on the table, i will pay but i cant do it, see you tomorrow" So even in an ideal world of commerce i was £15 down and feeling off kilter. Went home.

So it wasn't good start at all, trust me it went worse. I am not the sort of be comfortable with last minute dashes. Loading stuff in the new car i turned the key expecting the usual lights and crap of new cars, my mind was already dreading the show thinking of the people and the other artys. And it wouldn't go, all sorts of lights not working, so as the wife was watching i got down on bended knee under the dash and changed all the fuses more in desperation that expectation. But it worked, sprang to life, like it was mocking me.

So of we set a bit late and with me saying at regular intervals..."i really really don't want to do this..." We got to town and the car wouldn't stop, key out key in...just kept going. The wife jumped out taking the stuff with her i said i'd best fix this , set up and i will be back...

I got it stopped (ramming a screen wiping pad down its air intake throat!). It didn't light up its engine heater light, which meant if it cooled down it would not start so i endeavoured to drive it back home before i couldn't. I stopped once to try to fix it but it didn't fix. Parked up near home and got back to fuses, nothing i did worked i ended up with a box of 120 fuses changing each one, then again, then testing each before i put them in, to no avail.

I kept getting text messages from the wife, asking what was happening and that everyone loved all my stuff, they all gushed how good it was etc. To which, to my shame i gave increasingly terse replys...terse means swearing. The last was "dump the lot and take the bus home its all crap..." I ended up in desperation taking the radio out and peering to the snakes nest of wires i retire home to phone the garage. Defeated i slump drinking tea and muttering to myself.

Latter at shows end the wife arrives with my art crime partner in tow she hasn't dumped it all and i'm forced to be jolly and social. She sold one thing for £10 to another stall holder. So £30 for the table cost meant i was basically £70 down. Next time i really will just pay for the table and not go..its cheaper.

And the car? Next morning i went to try again and it worked fine, who would think putting a radio in to its "standard" plugs would send it mental, but modern radios have all sorts of phone mutes and speed controlled volumes control, all of which send my car into spiral of madness..... haven't touched a hammer or copper since,


Ok so here's some more or less finished fairy things. As predicted the shoes were a disaster, the corsets came out ok though the "front loaders" didn't work at all so i abandoned them under pressure of time.
Here i used the pipe cutter to slice off 3/4" pipe solder that to flat plate cut round, used the grinder solder on a hanger, you get a sort of rough cabochon mount. The glass is those tacky clear glass "nougats" you once found everywhere but are now harder to find. I painted a heart on, used white builders adhesive and squidged 'em in...
Under the bench i found a whole girl band of Barbies and knock off dolls, so what could i do but use them in some way...
My son returned home from school to find me cutting the hands off dolls, he seemed horrified. These i made using smaller pipe and again the builder adhesive worked well...

My poor aching hands, feet, brain

Everyone likes a tool, i had burned two grinders out cutting holes in stuff far to hard for sanity. So it was inevitable i'd get another of these very useful jewellery makers tool. With tools i go for "use the biggest thing you have to hand" so a 4 1/2" angle grinds is ideal and only £20 from Screwfix.

I know proper jewellers use tiny things but i use this, this time i even remembered to wear my gloves so i retain my finger tips. Takes off a lot of metal.

Never ending work....

Heat.. bash...heat bash. these corsets are an interesting project the top and bottom have to be flared the waist shrank. So quite skill-full, as usual i just do it till it looks ok..

This is the bashing situation, if i was more professional i'd have a proper set up, but i just put the "boob punch" in the vice and bashed away.
 I wanted a sort of filly top and bottom to the corsets, i tried to solder wavy copper ribbon on but it all went horribly wrong, and the solder is to hard to bend and just sort of splits. Silly idea.

Here we go

Here what i charmingly call a front loader corset cut out.. I tried stamping holes through for laces and it worked! I just used a centre punch and it blasted it's self right through...

More for a bodice and a 2p piece for the skirty bit...
Here's the unexpected shape of a heeled shoe with the cut outs in copper.
Stupid to try to make again after the last time, which was hell!

Here's the corsets cut out and "boob punched" suddenly they look "real".. boobs can do that.


Ok so i've been doing things today but.... i took pics and fully expected they would be on google drive waiting, but for reasons of the world never really working, they are not. So i find myself wondering why. Meanwhile here's a pic i took at he week end in the car park of The Range (a chavy shop full of ex-trendy stuff f r us lower classes)

Yes its a pair of large well worn Chelsea boots, which raises questions, did the owner buy new shoes and just abandon them? Was he abducted by aliens? Hoisted by a people devouring flying serpent?....stranger things have happened


So cutting out copper time. First make some patterns though.

So here's what i think corsets look like if they were run over by a steam roller. One hopes without their occupants. Two sorts one a front loader one a back loader. I've cut out ten in total. It just remains for me to get out in the cold cold shed to mess around with real metal. At present how to make frills is on my mind and i have an idea, but that might not work. Stand by for action!
 ...why does this blogger thing apparently put a pic in and as soon as i turn my back it brakes it so i have to go back an put it back in?