Saturday, March 12, 2011

a needle in my hand

I consider myself a jack of many trades, a master of nothing. 

Too many interests, handcrafts and arts I like to do or at least want to learn how to do. With the varied projects laying around my home, sometimes I get discombobulated just attempting to decide what I want to work on:
  •  the hemstitched napkins for Claire, 
  • the knitted tea cozy, 
  • Charlottes' Easter dress, 
  • the pencil case birthday present for Charlotte's friend, 
  • or embroidering on the crazy quilt table runner.
 I will not even go into the new projects I am planning to begin.

Today I went to a fabric sale and could not refuse the opportunity to add to my stash of gorgeous fabrics, it only makes the projects grow to even higher realms, and to add to this, a friend gave me a stack of some old Sew Beautiful Magazines. 

More decisions. 
Daydreaming never seemed so good.

at the shore cum amica mea

So it was that on Thursday afternoon we headed out to the beach, two young girls (Charlotte and her friend), me and my friend, and Rancher, ...