Hopes and Seams

Crafts, refashions, and sewings to DIY my way through life

Archive for the month “June, 2011”

Book Pages – Dragons and Wreaths

Materials Needed: wreath form, book pages, hot glue gun (not pictured – oops!)

“I looked up and saw the very last thing I expected: a huge lion coming slowly toward me. And one queer thing was that there was no moon last night, but there was moonlight where the lion was. So it came nearer and nearer, I was terribly afraid of it. You may think that, being a dragon, I could have knocked any lion out easily enough. But it wasn’t that kind of fear. I wasn’t afraid of it eating me, I was just afraid of it — if you can understand.

fold and tear pages in half

“It led me a long way into the mountains. And there was always this moonlight over and round the lion wherever we went. So at last we came to the top of a mountain…In the middle of it there was a well.

scrunch half page (lightly!) into triangular-ish shape in palm…

...fold down edges and voila!

“I knew it was a well because you could see the water bubbling up from the bottom of it: but it was a lot bigger than most wells…The water was as clear as anything and I thought if I could get in there and bathe it would ease the pain in my leg. But the lion told me I must undress first.

glue tips of triangles to outer edge of the back side of the wreath

“I was just going to say that I couldn’t undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the lion means. So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and, instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bathe.

(there’s my beloved glue gun!) glue one row down…
..and then the second row in the spaces

“But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that’s all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I’ll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this underskin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.

and it will look like this! go all the way around…
…until whole outer rim is done…
and inner rim (sorry, took this picture after i was finished. at this point, there shouldn’t be rows on the inside of the wreath, nor should there be a ribbon pinned. oh well.)

“Well, exactly the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off? For I was longing to bathe my leg. So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water I knew it had been no good.

flip wreath form over. make sure the rows you just glued lies flat.

“Then the lion said…’You will have to let me undress you.’ I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.

take triangle, and fold tip over. glue the folded tip flat on the wreath form, such that the rest of the triangle sticks out a 90 degree angle. start from the bottom (where your existing rows are) and work your way all the way into the middle and…
…repeat a million times. enlist friends to help you. i’m being serious.

“The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know — if you’ve ever picked the scab of a sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away.”

textural deliciousness

“Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off — just as I thought I’d done myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt — and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been.

pin a loop of ribbon to the back. angle the pins upward (as in, stab them in such that they are going to point up toward the ceiling) so they don’t fall out when you pull the ribbon up to hang. that was a tip from my genius engineer husband, marthur stewart.

Then he caught hold of me — I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on — and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why.

take a clock excitedly off your wall and hang it on its picture hook. ponder where to put clock and put it haphazardly on the air conditioning unit. keep looking up at the wreath to check the time, forgetting about where the clock is now.

“I’d turned into a boy again.”

– Excerpt taken from Voyage of the Dawn Treader, by C.S. Lewis

have fun!

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