craft chaos

In Which We Make Sparkly Things, Part II: Did it work?

Sigyn could hardly sleep last night for wanting to peep at our geode.  It’s done well, and now it is time to “rescue” it.


(poke, poke, poke)  There are some little, crumbly crystals on the outside, but most of it has set up fine and solid.  Getting the ribbon out will be the tricky part.


I’ll just use my dagger to cut the ribbon close to the geode and then puuullll the rest of the ribbon straight out.

TA DA!  I’m not one to rhapsodize about craft projects, but this is rather nice.  It will take a bit to dry completely, but we can declare this a success. The human female says the vase, which is full of crystals too, would make a nice candle holder.  I don’t care about that, though.  I’m too busy being tickled–Sigyn, we made rocks!

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In Which We Make Sparkly Things, Part I: Setting It Up

Sigyn, did you say something?


Ah, yes.  These things.  The human female’s mother is quite the crafty sort.  I do not mean that she is devious. Rather, she is usually making something delicious, beautiful, or fun.  On the recent visit, she taught me how to make these homemade “geodes.”  (Beautiful and fun, but not edible.)


Would you like to make some of our own?  First, choose a pipecleaner.  This will determine what color base the crystals form on.


That was predictable.  Now we mash the pipe cleaners into knots.  I am good at mashing.


I like your idea of putting both of our colors into the same geode.  Let’s do that.  Now we must suspend the knot in a glass vase.  First, cut some monofilament or some curly ribbon.  Yes, sweetie, the human female has a lot of embroidery thread and string, but they won’t pull out of the finished geode.  It has to be something slick.


Next,—  Sigyn!  How did you get in there?


Sigh.  One Sigyn, safe and sound.  Now we position the pipe-cleaner knot so that it will hang near the bottom of the vase, but not touch the bottom or sides.


Tie the ribbon around something to keep it in place.


Sigyn is quite the acrobat!  And I am clever with knives…

Now we make the magic solution.  (I say “magic,” but it isn’t.  Not like my magic.  No, it’s really only chemistry.)  I will dissolve one cup of borax powder in three cups of water.  This will make enough for two vase-fulls.  Now we pour it in carefully, cover the vase with a tea-towel, and wait.  Tiny crystals should start to form on the vase walls and pipe cleaners in just a few hours.  By tomorrow, our geode will be ready!

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A little craft project

Sigyn has invited some friends and acquaintances over to work on a craft project. I don’t really trust all of these folks yet, but I will go along, since it is for a good cause.

The paper and crayons have come out. Is anyone surprised that Sigyn has chosen red?


I am predictable as well.


The others have their own preferences.





Accidents happen.


All done! Everyone smile!



Happy Birthday to the human female’s mother! You can leave felicitations for her in the comments.

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This is actually fun.

After sifting through all the green beads and helping Sigyn choose the prettiest red beads–and rooting around in everything else looking for treasures– I think I understand the human female’s compulsion to accumulate seed beads. They’re very pretty.

And you know what? They look best when you can see all the colors together.

Which is why I am going to open every luscious package and mix them.


And when the hundred or so tubes and bags and jars are stirred all mingle-wise together*, I shall roll around in the resulting vitreous rainbow like a dragon on its hoard.


Sorting it all back out should keep her out of trouble for a while.

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* Except, course, for the ones that go on the floor, in the carpet, down the sofa, and under the cat.


The guests have gone, but the human female’s mother is still here. As yet *another* late Yule gift, the human female is trying to make her a necklace. She has dragged out the entire contents of her bead “stash.”

Look at all the shinies!


Magpies have nothing on this woman.

I see beads and wires and pliers and string and crystals and … things I can’t even identify.

I have no confidence that she can put together anything worth wearing. My money is on her ending up with something lodged up her nose and at least three containers spilled all over the floor. Therefore, I’m calling her stash forfeit.

I am taking all these lovely gold beads.


And all the green things.

Sigyn is enamored of…. Oh, I don’t even need to say it, do I?


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Pointy Sticks and String

I guess it is a yarny sort of day. The human female’s mother has been working on a lavender garment with knobbles and cables. She says it is an “Irish Fisherman’s Sweater.” Except it’s for an aunt, who is neither Irish nor a fisher nor a man nor particularly sweaty, so perhaps I am missing something. The female guest also has a bag of sticks and string.

I confess I don’t understand the fascination of endless looping, counting, cursing, and ripping out, but Sigyn is intrigued.

The mortals have set her up with her own project.


So far, so good! (Though, Sigyn, correct me if I am wrong, but I think a yarn-over is not supposed to go around one’s knees…) It’s good for her to have a hobby, and as long as she’s not making a purple Loki-cozy, I am all for it.

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