Well, with a wire crown.
One of the aspects of being an Interior Artist is that you never know what type of creativity will come from an idea or project.
Case in point, a dear friend of whom I met an acquaintance introduced me to the six foot tall bird of which needed a lift and tuck to bring her back into the flock.
What started out as a conversation led to a rejuvenation and a re face of sorts.
The old girl had seen better days, the only thing keeping her from the junk pile was a slight glimpse of her good looks from many moons ago.
Re purposed from rakes, shovels parts, pitchfork, re barb, propane tank and many other castaway pieces and otherwise scrap metal.
Her mere presence was one of grandeur with a slight glimmer of her former self deep within her fluid lines and gleaming eyes.
So, with a plan of attack, a little primer and some much needed accessories a plan of attack was in order.
Here she stands, a little taller and a little brighter ready to take flight and keep her head out of the sand.
A few changes with a new lease on flight and life.
Her spectacles needed some new and more colorful frames, and her lips now flaming red are the face framing touch as any lady will say...
To her crown a vintage scalloped piece of metal was added as were stainless steel wires adorned with all weather beads and wispy curly Q wire tendrils.
Colorful tail feathers, wings and face and neck play off the rustic body and new striped tights complete with feet and toe ring.
She sits atop her perch with her head held high, keeping her eyes wide open.
Lovely ol gal, ready for the next ten years or so....