My friend 'Bloom of we bloom here has become quite famous on her own little pincushion; her clever creations are popping up all over the web in a pretty spiderweb of links... she is quite pleased and some time ago announce to me her delight, with the phrase "I'm dancing on my pincushion" ... I had an idea.
If she was to actually dance on her pincushion she would no doubt squash the poor little thing and probably in a serves you right kinda way poke herself in the toe with a pin.
The other thing you need to know about Margaret is that she is rather fond of those little wooden peg dolls, I am willing to bet that at any given moment there are at least 20 scattered or clustered around her living room and more lined up patiently waiting for painting or tweaking.
Being Jewish the Blooms do not celebrate Christmas which was fabulous for me because I could send her this as a kind of Happy New Year gifty.
She pirouettes to the twinkling tune of Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the flowers which quite serendipitously happens to be one of her "favorite melodies of all time, ever"
Sometime I surprise even myself with my silliness; that tutu is quite simply the smallest I have ever made.