I did a little sewing this morning. I haven't been at the machine much lately, being more inclined to knit when I have a moment and I think that last project just wiped me out. But this morning I started with some mending and just decided to jump into a small project I have been meaning to tackle for some time.
Months ago now, my dear friend Meg bestowed this sweet little vanity on us having saved it from being tossed by someone who didn't see it's obvious potential. Its bench came with a little cushion that had no cover and, of course, I sought to remedy that. I was feeling ever so proud of myself this morning for getting mending done AND this project and wasn't caring the least that I hadn't tackled the horrific kitchen or bothered to straighten up much at all. After all, I had a perfect, darling cushion complete with vintage buttons for Elle's vanity.
Or, maybe not so perfect. WHAT? How did I manage to miss that? RATS!
And I still have a messy kitchen. Double rats.