Do you remember when I used to make things? Me neither. At least, I don't remember making things very well because I can only think of the project that I most recently demolished. Ahem. Finished. It was such a huge failure. I took a cute, cute, cute shift dress that needed a little extra fabric added to lengthen the hem (you know, make it longer) and I turned it into something that looked like it had been sewn onto paper. All stretched, and wonky, and stiff and curling up at the hem and bad, bad, bad.
So, that's why I am just looking over at all those cruel spools of thread. They may look pretty, but they were party to a very bad thing. I only hope that I can cut that terrible paper-like hem off of my cute dress and start again.
It may be sunny outside but it's only in the high 30s at this very minute. Honestly, we can't take much more of this crazy mixed up definitely not springlike weather. So, I decided to make my own. The florist was out of peonies but they had this beautiful ranunculus. And the shop down the block had the perfect bud vase. It may not be much, but it lifts my mood out of the winter blahs every time I look over at it.