It's no secret that I've been in a bit of a creative lull lately.
I blame it on the fact that my studio has shrunk to miniscule proportions.
(As in, it doesn't exist.)
And the fact that my poor man's studio--dining room table--will hold 3 dinner plates at a time with no room to spare, doesn't help. Seeing no change on the horizon, I finally schlepped my supplies out into the middle of the living room, stopped making excuses, and started sewing.
Several hours (and much sweat and tears, but no blood thank goodness) later, my new pillows were born.
I'm quite smitten with them. Of course, I'd be smitten with anything made out of linen. Especially white linen.
"It's my favorite," says the ten year old in me.
I love how it is wrinkly and heavy and drapes beautifully.
I'd eat it for breakfast if I could.
Oh yes, and buttons.
I love buttons too. Especially mother of pearl buttons.
I used buttons of all different sizes and shapes and shades because...
Because I could.
That and the fact that I really hate things that match.
(It could explain why my fashion-conscious sixteen year old refuses to walk next to me at times.)