My dear husband needed a new bike chain the other day. I’m not sure why, but he’s now on the 3rd since we bought our current bikes in the mid 90s while I am still on the first. Must be something to do with the additional weight his bike carries, or the extra power he puts into the drive chain compared with me. But anyway, there were a couple of link-pairs over when he’d fitted the new chain and I thought they looked too shiny-shiny to put in the metal recycling bin at our local tip.
Instead, I used them for a variation on the wine cork key rings I’ve made before.
I also had a couple of Danish coins with holes in the centre, 1 krone and 2 krone pieces, which I’ve used instead of plain washers to “dress” the ends of the corks and hide the damage caused by the corkscrew. I’ve left the other ends uncovered rather than sticking an ordinary, hole-less coin on them. That way they won’t damage paintwork when hanging from a keyhole or other lock.
I’ll be using one of these keyrings for my bike key and I’ll give the other to a cycling friend. Apart from the surplus chain links and the corks, all they needed was a split ring and a screw eye each, plus some superglue.
Also on the variation-on-a-theme theme, I’ve made a new felted cafetiere cover much like the last one, which had become rather stained from constant slopping of coffee. These felt muffs are washable, but mine was definitely looking like it had seen better days after a few years of daily use. I already had a section of felted ex-sweater – I made a cover for my Kindle out of the rest of it some time ago.
A friend popped by while I was sewing on the poppers and dropped a broad hint that she’d like one too. Unfortunately, I don’t have any more ruined sweaters at the moment that are fit only for felting. After my dear husband washed a pair of my beautiful, luxury yarn, hand knitted socks at 60°C and shrunk them beyond all hope, I introduced a new laundry system involving a fluoro-yellow bag – it lives in the bottom of the laundry basket and I put anything delicate in it, and woe betide him if he touches it.
So, no more ruined sweaters, but I do have some quilted fabric bought years ago from Skopos’s mill shop. You used to be able to buy huge pieces for a fiver, and maybe you still can but they no longer have a mill shop anywhere near where I live.
I’ll try making a cafetiere muff from this.