If you follow a couple of your fellow bloggers on Instagram, you might have seen a little bit of my smashing-metal-into-metal work yesterday.
I was sitting there, last Friday night, prior to leaving for a day trip on Saturday, going through my collection of little metal bits and my alphabets and just completely flummoxed as to how to make something for Steph at Hand Gallop for that little contest she won. Two ponies. Both with short names. And it might not be the actual case, but I feel like the chestnut gelding is the favorite.
After having fucked up one tag (how important is the letter e and kerning, anyways?!), I had this weird little epiphany.
My husband can attest that after having successfully made Steph's "Hand Gallop" tag, I was.. stricken. It was all I could do to think of more things to hammer, trying to piece things together from my dwindling supply of metal (I fuck up a lot.. there's no cmd Z with metal and it is not forgiving). He went off to bed and I stayed up, hammer tapping. The next morning, sitting in the car with my supply box at my feet, piecing more things together.
So a couple other of my blogging buddies were the recipients of my attempts. I might sell this stuff in the future, I might continue to randomly gift it for upcoming birthdays, shitty months, contests, etc. You know, if I have your address.