Making stuff

Some badges made out of sequins, foil sweet wrap­pers and a torn copy of a Tale of Two Cities. I need to draw his eyes back on, he went through the wash­ing machine by acci­dent a while ago, that’s what happens when you’re an elderly toy elephanto­saur­us. (Made by my nan by adapt­ing an elephant pattern).

I went to Vicky’s after to work, to play with her new badge machine (a prop­er heavy-duty one). Making badges is seri­ously addict­ive. We ate spin­ach pizza, and ended up watch­ing the news three times by acci­dent (noth­ing better on)