I cannot stop playing with the holiday textures over at Picnik. New obsession.
Last week I had a terrible day. It was an Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day day. There were tears, exhaustion and it all got worse when, while fueling my car, the auto stop on the pump failed and seven gallons of gas spilled out onto the ground...and my cute shoes. And they made me pay for it.
That was it. I needed retail therapy, and it needed to be big.
A sewing machine had been on my mind for a few years, but I could never justify the $100 price tag. But last Saturday? Totally justified. So, this came home with me. Meet Eleanor, who has already cranked out a few Thanksgiving table runners and has lent a hand in a few other projects.
Why didn't I do this sooner? Best. Purchase. EVER.