I want to run down the street letting everyone know, and it brings me a certain degree of sadness to know that many, many people would rather dwell in misery and ugliness of spirit. What a waste.
When Isabella was little I made almost all her sweet little clothes out of vintage hankerchiefs and tablecloths. She wore blowy apron dresses and loved them. She just asked me to make her a new one the other day! She's so much bigger now but it warms my heart to know she loves aprons, dresses, skirts and pinafores as much as a do.
It seems that I have run out of tea, and also have a passionate desire to create something beautiful (-: