The First Crown
It was a moment of serendipity the day I made my first flower crown; when the desire to wear a striking headdress at The Masked Ball a Cornish festival/voyage to the underworld and my inability to find anything that even came close to my vision on the high street collided one imaginative afternoon whilst pottering away in my lady shed.
Imagine a small wooden shed at the end of the garden cluttered with years of collecting shells, feathers and beads, glittering old dance costumes from my ballerina years and bunches of faux flowers - another irresistible purchase from Hobby Craft yet to quite find a purpose!
I pulled apart silk and dried flowers, twisted and bent the rigid wire with my unsuspecting bare hands and pondered whilst fumbling with squeaky foam and a scorching hot glue gun about the art of making a feather stand tall. A fair few hours later I was dusting my very own crown with a touch of golden glitter and pairing with my shiniest unitard ready to get loose in a Cornish field with my crown standing tall.
I felt, for the first time, that I was part of the whimsical festival magic, and to my amazement, my crown was a topic for questions and wonder, friends and strangers were asking where they could buy their own, and so it began, my new hobby, Melonmade.