Yep, the Grande Plan (or grand folly, depending on what happens next) has begun. I have pictures.
These piles (and more besides) are being transformed.
Queen sized sheet,lying on living room floor (and before you ask, the wrinkles will be removed).
Below, a close-up of the beginnings...
There will be bits and pieces of fabrics, vintage and otherwise; bits of things that were made by my grandmother and other bits garnered from friends. There will be doilies. And there will be bits of tablecloths. There will be lace. And tatting.
My chiropractor is going to love me,
once he finishes yelling at me, that is.
And, just for a change of pace,
here's what DH is playing with this afternoon....
That lump of odd-looking goo is, fingers crossed, going to end up being bread. We've been playing at making our own kefir and have discovered that it's VERY prolific and now we're on a constant quest to find uses for it. There is no yeast in this bread - this is what it looks like after 'percolating' overnight. Much like sourdough I guess, but no sugar as there is in most sourdoughs.
Yet another of our experiments.
Another from the autograph book series, dated Dec. 17th 1940....
Forget you that I never will
As long as I can whistle
I might as well forget to yell
When sitting on a thistle