I woke up this morning feeling _ and sounding _ like death. And after notifying work of my plight, I crawled back underneath the covers for another five hours. It's amazing what drugs and the equivalent of another night's worth of sleep can do for a girl.
So around noon I woke up, feeling better, less deathy and, truthfully, bored. Since my boss insisted I spend the afternoon resting and drinking tea (honest, I volunteered to do stuff), I decided to dig into my Christmas crafting projects. (Because my money gets sucked up by my mortgage, and thus, I feel poor ... I am trying to make it a mostly handmade Christmas.)
My first round of gifts won't be shown on the site, since recipients are likely reading. But they're super cute placemats that I made with some bad-ass oil cloth I found at Vogue Fabrics in Evanston. For the record, oil cloth is a bitch and three quarters to sew. I'm not sure if I'm 100 percent pleased with the results, but you guys better damn well gush when get them in the mail! (Or else, bitches!)
After that, I moved on to my next quilting project, which I think should be badass. Here's some pictures of the fabric that I cut.
By the time The Boy got home, my pants and the floor, and the table, and the sofa, but miraculously, not The Mutt, were covered in thread and fabric scraps. But yay for a found day of productivity.
1 comment:
Sounds like a very productive day....making gifts, catching up on sleep, having a great time! Hope you're feeling much better!
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