Peacock Feather Fascinators

In the near future I have at least two and possibly three (when my brother in law and fiancé decide) weddings on the agenda. And I have noticed recently that there has been a rush of (or perhaps I just never noticed them before) beautiful fascinators.

I’ve been lusting over a peacock feather flower one for a few months now. But unfortunately they were all a bit out of my price range and I’ve always been a little cautious about how much of a prat I look like with things in my hair. I didn’t think it would be an issue, but t’was a risk for the amount of money!

So, the next logical step in my mind was to try and make one. And so I have. This was my day with a hot glue gun and a shit load of peacock feathers :]

Firstly I bought loads of clips, as I had no idea which would be best.

And these are some of my supplies.

But I eventually settled for these two types of clip. Well, one clip and a comb.

Then I cut out rough shapes on paper before attacking the felt (surprisingly slow paced for me). This felt was then glued to the sliver clip. (Ignore the blue heart, it never got used….)

I then curled a peacock feather “sword”. And glued it to felt.

And glued on some more peacock feathers.

And, quelle surprise, more peacock feathers! This time fluffy rump ones. And like scales.

And finished it off with a slightly gaudy but still pretty sparkly thing! This was sewn on to the felt by my patient, lovely boyfriend, because it was too heavy. (No idea what it is, it’s just been in my box of crap for years. I’m guessing a brooch because it looks like it’s been cut and filed down on the back.)

Then was the go of the comb.

As soon as I discovered I could successfully curl the feathers there was no stopping me!

I stuck five curled feathers to the felt for the comb, trimmed it down a bit on the back, and then stuck the comb on.

And there we go! A second fascinator, that’s very pretty and a little less over the top.

To be honest, I was quite pleased for a first attempt! In fact, I even got flowers while I was out to celebrate my pre-empted success! (Or mourn my failure…)