No surprise that I love barns, old quilts, wallpaper, farm animals, um... farm boys, overalls, gingham, rag rugs, etc...
But honestly, it never occurred to me that i was easy to type-cast as a "country girl" who happily decorates with rooster lamps*. Maybe it's because i've spend 7 years in new york, but i never stopped to think how all of my interests sort of converge into whole big pile of country.
That is, until I recently started weaving baskets. Holy awesome. I could weave baskets all day long.
*please ignore the fact i have a cherished rooster lamp.
That is, until I recently started weaving baskets. Holy awesome. I could weave baskets all day long.
*please ignore the fact i have a cherished rooster lamp.
In actuality, I may have reached the trifecta of country; basket weaving, quilting and sweater knitting. But pickling pushes me over the edge.
The 13 year old who wanted to be a Kennedy when she grew up just rolled over in her grave. Sorry girl, didn't happen. Moving right along...
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