On my tabletop

A love letter to my grandmother, Mary Jane Carey, from one of her many WWII boyfriends. They called her "Rusty" for her gorgeous red locks, which keep turning up in the boxes of her belongings stored at my father's house. Apparently, she liked to keep the red curls that fell victim to the hair dresser's scissors.

A fresh bunch of flowers from the market that Damian brought home for me. Sunflowers and dahlias; fall is arriving too soon!

Fabric Scarps = OOAK Present for Grandma

The last semi-successful craft project I completed was an envelope pillow for my grandmother's 70th birthday. I found the silk fabric in the sale section at Urban Outfitters. It was originally supposed to act as art; it was stapled to a wooden frame like canvas and the sea-green flowers were painted on the silk. I rescued it for $5 and figured it had a fabulous future ahead of it. 

It looked so perfect with a tapestry I had draped over the arm of the couch that I was tempted to keep it for myself. 

 

This was my first attempt at an envelope style pillow, and I messed up on the envelope part. The canvas (left over from a grocery bag project) is supposed to be on the inside and the silk is supposed to flap over. But grandma will never know the difference...

Beautiful day in the Neighborhood...

Our lease is up at the end of September, and I'm not sure where Damian and kitty will end up while I'm gone. I'm really going to miss my neighborhood, though...