Deep thoughts about Bune from the Babykid: He looks like a pillow but he isn't a pillow.

She speaks the truth.

...we think.

A couple bags--medium tote and a new yet to be named cross body bag--in a favorite print from Joel Dewberry's Notting Hill.

And yes, yes I did just post a picture of half of my midsection on the interwebs. I'm secure.

These Curvy Clutches are reversals of each other. The elephants are on the interior of the flowers, and the flowers are on the interior of the elephants... Which, out of context, is only a little bit absurd, since elephants would probably not think twice about eating flowers...

Anyway, that's a bit of what I made today.

I know. Why talk about the weather any more? Why? Yes, of course it's cold out. It is winter.

But friends, I'll tell ya, it was so cold today that the house was crying.

The pillow I mean dog was relatively unbothered. Another senior portrait kind of day, evidently.

...and they look magnificent! These will appear on packages and smaller cello bags. Last year, I printed them myself. This way turned out way nicer! It was tempting to purchase 3x the stuff I planned to buy, I'm not gonna lie... Coffee mug, promotional pen, mouse pad (I can't fathom why mouse pads are still manufactured outside of mouse incontinence circles, but I digress). I stayed strong though and my single purchase is completely, in every way, satisfactory.

Being a person who makes a lot of things out of fabric, I occasionally (or all the time) find myself with pieces and usable scraps that are too little for my projects. Being a person who is a Mennonite and a Midwesterner, I have a pretty hard time throwing away a perfectly good thing that could potentially have another use somewhere, someday.

The wonderful ladies at our church make stuff year round for MCC--bags for kits, quilts for auction, comforters for people in need. I've been able to recycle perfectly beautiful pieces of fabric, clear out some space in my workshop, and help out the sewing group with my small pieces.

And then this happened:

Of course I'm not surprised that the ladies at church can make a beautiful blanket. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Ora and her friends made this for me and my family: these are, after all, some of the same people who welcomed us so warmly into the congregation (and fed us so much non dining hall food) years ago when we were visiting college students. But you know, I was totally surprised, and in the best possible way.