Pillow Talk

 

I made these pillows from leftover curtain fabric and one of Leprechaun’s old shirts. I should have been a little less hasty with the shirt, as it came out kind of wonky-looking, but that gives it charm, right?

RIGHT?

I love pillow-making, in any case. It’s easy and satisfying, and when you’re done you get to put your head on them and watch teevee. 

love jones

Will and I made Valentines last Friday. 

 

Hope you all did some hard-core lovin’.

love love love

I put together this Valentine Wreath the other day while I watched Gossip Girl and waited for my lady friends to turn up. I made the hearts from some sheet music I found in the garbage, an old grocery bag, and some leftover paper from my ill-fated foray into scrapbooking. Plus I got to use Mod Podge, AKA the Best Product Ever. And now my front door is all festive! I gacked the idea from Elise, who is cool, and also from my preschool teacher, Miss Janet, who had me do something very similar using macaroni back in 1989.

 

Makes me feel all smushy every time I come home.

Frugal Friday: Holiday Cards, Part Un

I ordered photos for my holiday card from CVS the other night—I had 50 free prints coming to me, what what.

I’m going to use the butterfly, from our trip to the DR. I’m thinking I’ll back them with cardstock and do postcards with some kind of quote-y business as the message.

Maybe this one, from The West Wing:

“That’s because I have faith.”

“Faith?”

“The substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen.”

Or

“So let us summon a new spirit….”

Or

“Now is the time for unbridled optimism.”

 

Anybody out there have a quote I should know about?

 

 

Today I’m grateful for Will, and how he never fails to make me laugh until I pee. 

Chair Woman

 

I found this chair on the street on garbage day and carried it all the way home and up three flights of stairs. Leprechaun was embarrassed but also, I think, a little impressed.

 

Anyway, it was filthy and disgusting, so it lived on the porch for awhile while I ruminated on its fate. Last weekend I finally scrubbed it down, sanded it, and painted it a soft gray I got for a buck out of the Oops bin at Home Depot.

 

 

 

Pretty, right? I think it looks like it’s made of clay. Leprechaun remains unconvinced, but the Uglies sure love it. 

 

Everything We Love Can Be Saved

 

I got this quilt from Anthropologie when I was in high school—we’d just moved, and I think my mom felt like she needed to buy me something expensive to make up for the trauma. Anyway, my cat promptly ripped a giant hole in the delicate fabric, and then I melted a caramel on it by mistake, and then…well. In the years since, my beloved quilt has been a beach towel, a futon cover, a fort, and probably a tissue on more than one occasion, and by now it’s basically ripped to shreds in a thoroughly unfixable (and kind of disgusting) way.

Still, it is beautiful, and it reminds me of home and makes me all warm and fuzzy and Linus-like, so I needed to find a way to salvage it somehow. Enter the sale on poster frames at Michael’s:

It took me about an hour to rip all the seams out—I’ll probably use what’s left (there’s a ton of it) to make some pillows. I tossed the batting, since it was kind of gray and questionable. But overall I’m really pleased with how it came out—it adds a really nice punch of color to the bedroom. And, you know, my heart.