Semi successful, I was never really happy with the outcome.
The other day Bryony thought she would like to try it on - although the dress could definately do with a bit nipping in for her, she is rather taken with it. The velvet cloak is lined with Northumbrian tartan and the hat does have a real peacock feather in the band.
The broomstick was a different project altogether.
This was a joint effort with Tony - the swan head and the feathers on the stick are sculpted by him, I made the broom and painted it adding emerald green crystals for eyes.
The weather is fair, the wind is good
Up, dame, on your horse of wood !
Or else tuck up your grey frock,
And saddle your goat or your green cock,
And make his bridle a ball of thread
To roll up how many miles you have rid.
Quickly come away,
For we all stay.
The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-a-mountain;
The ant and the mole sit both in a hole,
And the frog peeps out of the fountain,
The dogs they do bay, and the timbrels play.
The spindle is now a-turning;
The moon it is red, and the stars have fled,
But the sky is a-burning.