Monday, February 16, 2009

There Must Be a Pillow Talkin' Boy For Me

Growing up, my mom sewed. My mom didn't need no stinkin' "She who dies with the most fabric wins" bumper sticker on her Volvo wagon, my mom embodied that philosophy. Until that frightful day she decided to pare down. And being her only daughter, I had my own Rubbermaid tub of fabric. She pulled out yards of Laura Ashley floral, Japanese lettering, madras plaids, and with each one, asked what I planned to make with it. When I couldn't think of anything, but also couldn't bear to get rid of it, I would say, "A pillow." I never did make all those pillows, but if I had, can you imagine the crazy sofa I would have had!

I still love pillows. Here are a few recent favorites!









































5 comments:

chelsea said...

Ha! I love that second one.

D'Arcy said...

my bed of your had about 9 pillows on them, all without a "purpose"

I had to stop.

It was too crazy.

I've simplified it to three.

I have a weakness for pillows.

Lizzy said...

Now I have that song in my head...

Marie said...

So charming! I especially love the Little Modern Birds and the Octopus.

hmstrjam said...

i like those little birds!