upcycled skull pincushion

I feel there are some changes to be made. A little voice whispering at the back of my mind says out with the old. A desire to refine, to simplify, to live for pleasure instead of that illusive success. To upcycle the mouldiest, mustiest parts of my life into Useful and Pleasing parts. Like Renfield here.

(If you’re wondering, he was cured of being a novelty ashtray with black spray paint, two old buttons, some hand dyed scrap velvet, wool for stuffing and a little hot glue. He’s much happier now)