An oeuf is enoeuf

Easter’s been and gone now. Only had the one egg but, as they say, an oeuf is enoeuf… .

A Ferraro Rocher. Seven euros, I think.. or was it eight? But… Urfff it wasn’t nice. Between us, we ate half and chucked the rest away. And it was an empty shell. No sweeties inside. Bleh. So, with a face like a dropped pie, tried to appreciate the pretty foil packaging. It IS pretty.

Husband got his absolute favourite. A kilo bag of mini eggs. Sounds like gluttony and death by chocolate but they’ll actually last us him weeks.

Anyway, had a passion to fulfil. A project that jumped into my head a couple of weeks ago.

Since starting art classes, have been looking for a nice folder to carry artwork in. Keep paintings separate from other art supplies in bag. Nothing on Amazon or proper shops (do leave the house occasionally) had anything to inspire me. Those black polyvinyl carry cases look nasty.  

Lessons learned and all that. Took measurements and documented the process. All good. Still very functional but lacking finesse.

Second go. Got out the operating table for the tools and equipment.

It has fold over flaps in the back, decorative metal corner protectors and cotton-twill ties (for when it goes to dinner or attends interviews, etc, ha ha).

 Designed the labels in Illustrator. It accommodates A3 so large enough for my art work.

I made the flaps wider than those in the original (above) so they overlapped better.

The metal corners are bigger than the original as well. Secured with a spot of glue and a crimp.

Still a few tweaks to make but not in a hurry to make another just yet because I love it.

Talking of leaving the house, the sun is bloody shining today so can wear new DMs – Clarissa leopardskin sandals – and show off newly-painted Plum Pudding purple toenails. High gloss. Brill.