This time, a husband came to my studio in a bit of a panic. Well, he may not have actually LOOKED like he was in a panic but by using my great power of intuition I could feel that it was in there....
He brought me this:
Which once upon a time had looked like this:
He and his wife had bought the piece together as her Christmas present...as he was working on decorating the tree he rubbed against where it was hanging on the wall....and well. You know what happened next. So I have taken pity on the poor man (and ironically I have since gotten to KNOW his wife in an entirely different group) and am making them a new one. I have been thinking of revisiting this style anyway.
save a tile, save a marriage.
Somethings you just have to do!
I love that piece! I would be devastated if I was responsible for breaking it as well. :)
I am lucky that this particular piece has needle felted heads inside the opening, rather then clay. The clay ones take a lot of fiddling!
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