Everything seems to come together when there’s a splash of color going on. I don’t know how to explain it other than there is no black and there is no white. And while some people believe there are thousands of shades of gray I like to think that there is no gray either. There is just a spectrum of color. Each color has it’s meaning. Each color has a story to tell.
A very random weekend.
Cascade 200 in Blue Heathers for Central Park Hoodie.
A section of a sampler that my great grandma Marge worked on.
Baby clue crystal door knobs for the two drawer dresser that I’m going to refinish and repaint.
A Singer sewing set that my mom gave me. We don’t even have this machine.
The top half of the sampler. I hope to finish it and give it to Scout.
And an old Simplicity magazine found at the Antique shop. (And a new manicure.)