This Thanksgiving I mourn the loss of stuffing. It’s my favorite part of the meal and honestly, I could eat it everyday for a month and still not cry out for turkey. This year, I get none of the buttery, crunchy toasted goodness. Well, I could, but it’ll hurt.
I am a fabric addict. Prints and textures call out to me begging me to create something fabulous with them. I tend to lean toward practical, but I do love a good dose of whimsy. I long to sit in my house and just make wonderful silly things I find on Pinterest. I blame my mother. She will tell you this is no surprise…the blaming part, not the addiction part.
I now know what celebrities feel like.
“Are you Pascal and Rapunzel? Lucky Rapunzel.”