Thank you so much for the sweet comments left about Rory's baby quilt. It was a joy to make and design, but a girl still has self doubt. I do. I don't often blog about blogging... it's a bit to meta for me, but I do think about it all the time. The tiny impact that little comments and encouragement leave on a person. Or negativity for that matter. It's so much more than virtual. I know you know what I'm talking about, so I'll get on with things. In short, thanks. It means a lot. xo
Jade called me out (on FB) when she said the Rory quilt was Dottie Angel-ish. I do have her aesthetic on the brain, as we are getting ready for our weekend retreat on the 24th. (With Beki too! Look out, Seattle. You have no idea what havoc awaits.)
Amassing the supplies has been terribly fun. So far they have all been found thrifting. This is my stash of trims and binding and hem tape.
There is talk about refashioning a slip and making all sorts of lovely things from a variety of scraps and grannyish doohickies we were told to bring along. I'm quite sure everyone in my day to day life who has heard me rambling on about this is hoping they don't end up with some stranger's upcycled undergarments for Christmas this year.
I have had very good luck finding the doilies and trimmings. Pillowcases and whatnots.
The stool, not so much. I thought I could fashion one myself. One with removable legs that I could fit into a suitcase. There is still time. It will involve power tools. Hubs doesn't like it so much when that happens. I'm clumsy. I don't have to bring one, but I love a challenge.
There still are two weeks, after all.
Until then, I have some crochet videos to watch. Apparently the needles have not yet seen the last of my lame attempts at blanket-making. Need I remind you what happened last time? The giant ruffle that would. not. stop. Miss Dottie Angel has her work cut out for her.