Experimentation...give yourself plenty of time to explore.

Ironing plastic bags together between baking paper is a great way of
recycling reusing reimagining recreating!!!!

How many layers determines the thickness and strength of your new fabric.
Take your time ironing so that the layers fuse well.
Play with colours, patterns, shapes, different types of bags and wrappers.

From this new fabric you can make pouches, purses, new bags, covers, clothing, hats and accessories,
the possibilities are endless.
Add machine stitching, use bias binding, trims, fabric and other materials to decorate or manipulate the new plastic into sculptural forms.

I have used this technique to make journal covers, decorative feathers, bookmarks, envelopes, hats and headpieces, accessories and shapes for mobiles. I love that I’m never quite sure what the results will be so the process is always full of surprises, like a lucky dip!

Sometimes
When much is happening,
The little miraculous moments
Fade into the shadows.

I try to shine a little everyday in some small way.
Occasionally I surprise myself
Some days, in small ways,
I am brilliant!

A recent shiny moment was coming first in the school 50 word novel (staff entries). Ten years ago writing was a huge part of my daily routine and I am loving making it re-emerge.

This week I’m binding a new journal for the 50 word novels and I get to write mine in first!  Here is a sneak preview.

50 word novel 2018
 
Often upon these times,
Wayward words escape from rebellious mouths,
Casting harmful thoughts; distancing people like a chasm.
 
One day, a few vigilante lips took control.
By carefully choosing kind, clever conversation,
They harnessed the power of creative expression,
Weaving an invisible path capable of bridging
All communication issues forever.
 
Tina Pech


And naturally one thing leads to another...words are so amazing, all  takes is one to put many ideas were floating in my head


Bound by time,
By responsibilities,
By human nature.
Bound by the restrictions we place on ourselves.

Tied, bundled, stitched up
So tight
Into little packages
We can barely breathe.

And yet
Slowly, steadily
We unravel.

Bound by promises we made to ourselves,
Bound for love,
Bound for adventure.