SO: here I am, glueing mini-thingies into "paisley" shapes and actually enjoying myself tremendously! This, my good peeps, is what burlesque can do to you: you find traits in yourself that makes your own mother ask "who are you and what have you done to my daughter". Yes, she did. I was never too patient nor did I enjoy handicrafts. And look at me now :)
Oh well, here's what I mean...
|Orange ones are "regular" size (20), the small ones are the cock-ups.|
|Half done, before & after|