I’ve always been attracted to geometric string art, and when this photo started making the rounds, I filed it away for a rainy day.
Photo via sub-culture via Apartment Therapy
I absolutely loved it just as it was….until I read the comments…where the consensus was, it isn’t really a cardioid, it’s just a big butt. Well, after that, it’s all I could see, so I began searching for other circular designs. It’s a dreary weekend and we are stuck inside…let’s do it!
I wanted it to have a feel like these images, where the pins are part of the design. On a side note, I think I will adapt a combination of these 2 styles for the tree house numbers this fall.
I also wanted it to feel a little less rustic and a little more glam, so we found a scrap piece of Abstrakt/Perfekt cover panel left over from the kitchen renovation for some high gloss action, and I used galvanized roofing nails since they had a big, fat, shiny head.
Armed with the letter turner’s skein, I started off trying to make up my own patterns to avoid buttage……
But you know what? I kept coming back to the butt.
There are so many cool designs out there, but there was something I didn’t like about all of them. Too busy, too much like a spirograph drawing, too hippie, too much like a wreath, etc…I had to somehow, come to terms with the fact that I like big butts.
So I decided that would make a cardioid butt, and I will OWN it.
The instructions are found here at String Art Fun, and it took me a few tries before I got it right, but eventually, I finished it and the CC and I couldn’t stop giggling like kids.
Yup, even at the diagonal, it’s STILL a butt. We liked it though, so we kept the design (for now) and finished the edges of the panel with some iron on veneer we had, and hung it up…snickering.
So we decided to ask the Things what they thought of it. “It’s a turnip! An onion! A heart? A fan!!” They didn’t see the butt! But we just kept laughing harder and harder that they didn’t see it…so of course we had to ruin it for them.
Now, when they look at it, they give themselves a little pat where the sun don’t shine as they walk on by. Go on, call social services on me. We are clearly a bunch of immature morons.
But we are a childish house divided! The CC and Thing One like the red, and Thing Two and I like the silver….the nice thing is that it can change when we get sick of it. For now, I’ll let them have their way……