This is how it starts - a beautiful piece of some long ago garment makes its way to my studio. I've had this particular little prize for several years. It's been waiting for me to do something with it. It is precious - all lace and velvet and beads. I adore it. Immediately, I know it is meant to be a cuff. I start gathering ribbons and textiles that might do well with this little darling of a scrap. I measure. I'm pretty sure I can turn it into two cuffs. Marvelous! Would I present them as a pair? Or let each one stand on its own merit?
And then it happens. My mind starts to wander ... what if it's not meant to be a cuff, after all? Maybe it should become a glorious choker, fit for Klimt's Adele. Or perhaps I should make it into tiny amulet bags and hang them like pendants on long necklaces.
Oh, dear, I'm a bit lost. This is why I've had this little item for years! I keep losing my way. I find it so difficult to commit this piece to it's next incarnation. I want to do right by it, and by me.
Such a fuss over a little bit of lace and velvet and beads.