Confessions are always the juiciest bits, so I suppose that is where I will begin.
I have been in the
pillow making business for about five months now and countless yards of fabric have shaped into cushions with a story, then sent away to homes near and far. In all that time, I STILL have not settled on ones for myself and instead, am shamed by my ancient, rattatail silk pillows. It's not that I don't love the cushions I make, it's quite the opposite. In fact, with each finished piece I say "Now THIS is a pillow! I love this one, I don't want to let go of it. Hhmmm, well, if I love it this much, someone else might also." And then I list it, just to see, and then the vicious cycle starts again.
So when I finished this little set this morning I really debated about even listing it. Then I remembered my dear
Emily's comments about color and me (this has much to do with my self-profession to not be a red person, then proceed to pick out cherry colored cabinetry, crimson glassware, vermilion knit throws, and rosy table clothes all while looking through ONE design magazine.) and threw caution to the wind (and listed these babies). I will be making myself some new cushion very soon here, and they will be rich with
Turquoise and
Cherry Red. So please hold me accountable, for I will show them off here when they are (finally) created.
In other news I am enamored with my new little larkies from
Miss Plume. So much so that as I dressed for my run tonight (and stripped off my chunky rings and jingly necklaces) I left my earrings on. And I felt pretty, even three miles in, red-faced and sorta stankie.
This was (clearly) before the red-faced and stankie part.
And a very sincere
thank you to all of our anniversary well-wishers. We did NOT manage to dine at Sizzler's BUT I still managed to have an amazing meal of filet mignon, grilled halibut, king crab legs, gin martinis and petite sirah. And then we had dessert (yes, you can feel sorry for me later). It was a fantastic anniversary party but the rest of the details I'll just have to keep between me and Mr. BC.
