Oh, dear. I am going through a pincushion phase. That means that I am interested in the pincushions other people use and make and save and give away. I am interested in little pincushions made to be worn like
Headbands give me a headache. So, why am I making headbands for my little granddaughters? For dress-ups. These aren’t “go-to-church” headbands. They are “dress-up and prance- around- like- princesses” headbands. They are intentionally overdone and extra flouncy and feathery
“Ahhhh . . . summer. What power you have to make us suffer and like it.” -Russel Baker- (AFTER READING THIS BLOG POST – SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM FOR THE PHOTOS OF THE GRANDCHILDREN WEARING THE SHIRTS)
Ribbon wreaths are nothing new but I have never made one. This one is little. Only 10 inches across. It is now hanging on my front door. It was fun sleuthing around for the perfect scraps. Red, white and blue.
It would appear that this is called a bunting. When I think of the word bunting I think of the nursery rhyme Bye Baby Bunting which means that bunting has other meanings like bunting the ball in baseball. That
“At night, when the curtains are drawn, and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.” – E.M. Forster- I know two little boys who have a new house. And, new bedrooms with new windows. When all is said and
“That boy is your company. And, if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him. You hear? And, if you can’t act fit to eat like folks, you can just set here and eat in the kitchen.”