Wednesday, April 22, 2009
It's my day of and I am stuffy-uppy, toting a box of tissues around with me wherever I go (the really nice tissue, with the lotion in it) and cleaning my house, kicking up all kinds of dust (not helping the stuffy-uppy situation) and intermittently messing around with this gorgeous stack of fabrics that have been on my desk at my house for about a year.
Every time I see a nice orange/white/green (whether it be at Alewives or at another shop) I snag a yard or so. I think at first I thought I would make a Turning Twenty with them, but now they are telling me that they want to be a duvet cover. A big, chunky, piece-y duvet cover. Like, if Posh Spice's highlights wanted to be a duvet cover, they would be this one.
The whole collection started when our MODA rep gave me some leftover fabrics from a trade show. That doesn't seem fair, now, does it? I have a whole store of fabrics at my disposal and people still give me free fabrics. It's kinda like when designers give celebrities free clothes.
BUT, don't hate on me... did I mention that I'm stuffy-uppy? It's bad. I sound just like Kathleen Turner. I've been pounding SoBe's like they are going out of style (so, no change there from my regular routine) and sneezing all over things. I went shop-hopping all over the state with Jessica yesterday (more on that later) and I probably left a trail of sick people in my wake. If you saw me yesterday and you are sick today, you can blame Jessica... she drove me.
Anyways, that's all I got for now. What d'ya think? Duvet cover with a nice, super-poofy duvet inside? Stay tuned...
PS see how pretty the light is today?
And, no, none of these ramblings were Nyquil induced. This was all me.
Posted by Rhea Butler at 11:31 AM