Pretty in pink...

Cotton shirts.  Love 'em. Usually can't wear 'em.  Too tight. Pull at the boobs.  Or, shrink in the first wash.  And being a plus size gal, I need some softness and movement to keep an illusion of me.  Reality in a stiff button up, not so pretty. So, an old linens table cloth, so soft. Nicely torn for texture. And an old soft lace cafe curtain.

Stella, my model, is asymmetrical so it appears wonky.

 

My own bohemian rhapsody...

Thrift store score.  I had hours to kill today.  And was relatively close to several thrift stores. Locals to the 'Burgh know that the Red White & Blue on Route 51, or as we call it - 51, is pretty much a sure thing. Especially for linens. So, with time on my hands and money in my purse, and with my purse handle looped around my wrist because about a decade ago some old woman tried to pick-pocket me there, off I went.
Seriously, not a lot of linens.  It was late Saturday afternoon.  It was almost as though a bunch of ME had been there are scooped up all the calendar towels, aprons, craft ribbon and lace-edged pillow cases.  I was not defeated though.

I had to delve deeper.  And that's when I found this gem.  This bohemian beauty.  The handmade patchwork on silk shantung. At first I only saw the orange squares so I immediately thought about cutting it up and making totes.  Then, I saw the price, green tag  $7.95, which was 50% off.  Wahoooooo!!  

It has a yarn fringe trim which I don't love, but it is authentic so it may stay, or be upgraded to something funkier.  But that would be on my sewing to-do list.    So, maybe it stays.  Once I saw the other colors and vintage fabrics, I knew it was a keeper.

Our family room is very vanilla.  Plain.  Actually, more taupe than vanilla.  There is a huge old credenza that holds our flat-screen which definitely needs paint.  Three years later, it is still on the paint to-do list.  Our ottoman is huge and comfy just like the I-swore-I'd-never-get-a-sectional mammoth sectional.  And this bohemian beauty is perfect as a burst of colors when draped perfectly on the ottoman.  It is fresh from the dry cleaners.

Now, I am ready to funk up the vanilla room with more fun accents.  All because of this perfection.  To whomever sewed this beauty:  thank you.  And to the family who donated to the RW&B: thank you!

"What to do?"

That trivial question was once asked to me at an unfortunate moment.  In a romantic setting. Actually it was scribbled on an envelope, in lieu of a proper farewell.  I kept the note.  Cause it is ridiculous and noteworthy. And so me in my 20s.

This question is less romantic and life-changing. Not cowardly.  Just me pondering. And chewing my lip. And weighing my options. Nothing life changing or major.

Trying to determine if I should do a major vendor show this spring.
It is way outta my comfort zone. Not the show as much as the commute. The expense.  The gamble.  The schedule conflicts it will create at home.  And always, not supportive husband may lose his mind.

Just spewing. Obviously this post is quite ridiculous but I can't stop myself.

And here's another what to do?  Tofu  cheesecake or lemon depression-Era cake?  Both are vegan. For my daughter's 16th birthday!  Sweet girl.  Time flew...

I think the cake is a keeper.  Cheesecake wasn't bad. But wasn't great.  Why don't any of my kids like birthday cake?? The very thought makes me sad.  I love cake more than just about anything.  My son, loves key lime pie. My other daughter, not a cake fan either.  She would prefer an Edible Arrangements bouquet. And Cathrynn is a vegan and doesn't even like cake.  

Failure.  Motherhood.  No leftover cold cake, with sugary crusty birthday cake icing.   It would be perfection. As I sit and ponder this trivial and monumental question.  "What to do?"  

Organized Chaos

That is what my sewing/craft room is.  I am fortunate to have a tiny escape room for my stuff. Not that it all fits in there, but I have spent about 6 months editing, labeling, sorting, tossing and now I am ready to get sewing again. And, now I will know where everything is. Wahooo, love January. The dreary days, the sickness/germs. The nothing to do and no money.