Well... it's my turn to continue on with the spirit of the challenge to 'heart it forward'.
I chose a cobalt blue heart bead, attached it to a small piece of Pellon (with thread - no glue used) and added flower beads around the outside and finished it off with a pointed edge stitch. It is approximately 2 inches wide by 1 1/2 inch tall.
The brooch could be yours if you're willing to play.
Here are the guidelines as set by Tonia (the originator of the Heart it Forward challenge):
The first person to comment on this post (or at least the first person to indicate they'd like to play) will be the recipient of the heart brooch pictured in this post. The catch is, that if you agree to receive this, you promise to then create something yourself, from the heart, that you will then offer to the first commenter on your blog, after explaining the "rules" in a post of your own.
What you make with the intention of giving away does not have to be jewelry. It can be anything--something sewn, something baked, something written--whatever. Anything that you put the spirit of giving into and a piece of your heart.
The 'Heart it Forward' challenge participants so far...
Tonia Davenport (she started it all back in February)
Lisa over at A Bead A day (great place to visit every day to see what she has profiled)
Cami from Art Like Bread (she sent me all the wonderful goodies mentioned in an earlier post)
So, what do you think ... do you want to Heart it Forward?
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman