While my pen seems to be reposing somewhere, my needle wants to come to life. Fabric shopping, unearthing my grandmother's sewing machine (exactly as old as I am, she apparently bought it two days before I was born), exploring the over-priced and boring lace stores of the capital, I am doing what I always wanted to do with my free time (well, other than writing another novel): CRAFTS:
I wasn't too thrilled with these Al Karam nursery prints:
So, I went out and got more, that made sense.
I wasn't too thrilled with these Al Karam nursery prints:
So, I went out and got more, that made sense.
And the rest is still a mystery ...
3 comments:
Nursery prints?
Well, that's the only form of cotton I could get in smaller prints, for patchwork. :)
Aah.
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