My Close-up Mr. Demille
Well, as much as I want chickens, I don’t think it’s going to happen. Don’t you think that cute fluffy clucky chickens -pecking around in the garden are something you want? I want them, but my sweet hubby does not. Not no way, not no how!
So… Here are MY kind of chickens. A little fabric. A little thread, and a whole lot of time…
I need to get crackin’ (pun intended) on my quilts again. Quite frankly I’m a little tired-Okay-way tired of weeding.
The garden is , in its infancy and I’m taking advantage and hitting the sewing machine pedal!