EASTER BASKETS
I HAD to blog about these because I MADE THEM!!! HOLY COW! Anyone that knows me, knows that I'm not a master seamstress (or even a novice), but I may be considered one step above novice now (whatever that is). I am obviously excited about these. I'm sure that at least my sister Heather and my mom are slightly impressed, but the more likely response is them zooming in on the pic and saying:
"yeah...I see how you did that. oh yeah, right there...hmmmm... those turned out cute. "I COULD TOTALLY MAKE THAT;" at which point they get in their cars and drive to Joanns. If I had dollar for every time my mom said that growing up, my house would be paid off.
I guess I know where I get the bug from .
My friend Hillary made some for her family, and when I saw them I just HAD to make them (even though I knew I probably lacked the skill). I even figured out how to thread the sewing machine all by myself (sadly, that had been a big stumbling block for me in the past). Well...4 trips to the store and 2 trips to Hillary's (along with a few phone calls to Hillary) later, they are done. Thanks Hillary and everyone who read this long blog about my really awesome Easter baskets that will kids will keep and treasure forever and ever and want to make for their children when they grow up because they bring back so many memories and are so, so, so special to them, etc, etc etc... OKAY, maybe they are just baskets, but maybe not!
I HAD to blog about these because I MADE THEM!!! HOLY COW! Anyone that knows me, knows that I'm not a master seamstress (or even a novice), but I may be considered one step above novice now (whatever that is). I am obviously excited about these. I'm sure that at least my sister Heather and my mom are slightly impressed, but the more likely response is them zooming in on the pic and saying:
"yeah...I see how you did that. oh yeah, right there...hmmmm... those turned out cute. "I COULD TOTALLY MAKE THAT;" at which point they get in their cars and drive to Joanns. If I had dollar for every time my mom said that growing up, my house would be paid off.
I guess I know where I get the bug from .
My friend Hillary made some for her family, and when I saw them I just HAD to make them (even though I knew I probably lacked the skill). I even figured out how to thread the sewing machine all by myself (sadly, that had been a big stumbling block for me in the past). Well...4 trips to the store and 2 trips to Hillary's (along with a few phone calls to Hillary) later, they are done. Thanks Hillary and everyone who read this long blog about my really awesome Easter baskets that will kids will keep and treasure forever and ever and want to make for their children when they grow up because they bring back so many memories and are so, so, so special to them, etc, etc etc... OKAY, maybe they are just baskets, but maybe not!
