I spoke to a young lady on the telephone. Her name was Odette. Seriously, this is one name I’ve never been able to attach to a person before, just a swan. It seems such a magical moniker. Otherworldly.
I tried to put myself in her mother’s shoes. That very moment you are having a first snuggle with your brand new baby perched up in a white sheeted hospital bed. Staring into soul of a little pink faced girl – and declaring, ‘her name is Odette’.
She seems startled, or is it just the giant dolly eyeball I found for her? Odette is wearing a pearl necklace like all good swans try to do; the curve of her long neck and feathered wings don’t seem to make much sense – and that’s fine by me.
I used off cuts and scraps, and Odette was really OK to be the poster girl-swan for reflecting the wabi-sabi technique I tend to favour these days.