Couture Lunacy

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Could You Tell Me If You’re Going on Vacation?

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Whew. I almost lost it. I was looking for a COF post and I couldn’t find one. Seems there hasn’t been one since the 21st. I thought I unfollowed by mistake. I like that blog – I love the pictures. I wish I could fit into the clothes.

I finished my Origami blouse today AND I sewed buttons on my shirt! I had purchased some really neat antique metal flower buttons that look pretty with the hot pink fabric. I like the shirt – it’s supposed to be worn with a sweater – at least that’s how I thought of it and it will look nice that way.

I have been pretend shopping again. I’m so pretend broke! I went to Simply Be and don’t go there because they are having a sale and I can’t buy anything until pay day and maybe not then ……….. we’ll see. Obligations do get in the way of fun.

I’m munching out on my Terra chips. A serving of veggies in every ounce! They are pretty good.

I’m heading up to Orono tomorrow to see hubby. I can’t imagine how hot it is now in his room. He said he didn’t want an air conditioner? It was about 80 and he was wearing a sweatshirt. The administrator said they had put more fans in the rooms and were installing air conditioners. I hope he gets one. I’m going to take him a TV so he can watch movies. He’ll like that. I do miss him – strange because a week ago I was cussing up one side and down the other. But lord it was hard.

I’m napping before the storm – we’re going to get a wamdoozer here pretty quick! Ta.

 

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Author: Jennifer

I came from a family who made things. My father was a carpenter with a passion for making furniture. My mother sewed, crocheted, cooked and made a home on a shoestring. My grandmothers both quilted. As a teenager, I found batik through a wonderful art teacher who allowed me the freedom to batik yards of fabric. I then cut them up into a pattern and wore the item I made. I was ecstatic. I painted in my teens and twenties and my parents gracefully supplied me with oil paints and turpentine. When I needed an easel, my father took me to the shop where he worked and made me one. When he found unused and unwanted canvas, he brought it home and stretched it for me with wood from his shop at home. I was indulged at every step of the way. I wasn't ever told that I could not do something or that I should not do something. I was given freedom to chose my path in life. A blessed life I have lived, for sure.

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