Facebook went public today. I've never felt the urge to join it. And I don't care if anyone likes me or not. I like my privacy. I like to remain a person of mystery. And I like myself just fine. If I play games I play old fashioned board games. I don't have a product to sell and I don't really care to know everything my relatives are doing since they are usually up to no good. And farmville?...I live on an acreage and do some real work that produces some real flowers, fruits and veggies. Like these peonies.
What's that under the pitcher of peonies?
I found the cutest 50s type fabric...dancing dishes. I combined it with some other fabrics from my stash and made a dish mat. My DH washes the dishes and what he doesn't put in the dish washer he puts on a towel. Basically this is an old covered bath towel. It looks nicer I think.
So to match I had to embroider a flour sack dishtowel with some happy dishes and I made a hotpad to match it all too. I actually got a little wonky and just machine stitched lines wherever on the hotpad. My DH burns them up or gets them grease spattered anyway. But I still like him.