Nuts

I have three things to report, by increasing levels of insanity:

I made a picnic quilt. Which is really not very insane at all. It's actually rather adorable. I made it mostly from scraps of fabric I had hanging around, and backed it with an old, stained matelasse that was taking up room in my linen closet.

This fabric came from a skirt I bought at Old Navy about 10 years ago. I wore it exactly once, but I loved the print so much I refused to get rid of it. And now, one decade, two apartments and two houses later, I found a use for it. Vindicated.

This is one of two half-yards I did buy for this project. Because look at it. If that doesn't say, "make me into a picnic quilt, lady," then I don't know what does.

Here. Just in case you didn't think it was really that cute before.

Level II:

I bought this slice of tree at Michael's with no idea what I would do with it. Maybe paint a squirrel? A doe? A deer? A female deer? But then I saw this amazing wedding invitation and I was deeply, profoundly inspired to create this totally insane family portrait. It is so crazy that every time I look at it I start laughing. But I'm still hanging it up. Because no matter how nuts this thing is, I'm more nuts.

And finally:

My new slippers. With microfiber mops on the soles. Which attach with velcro. For ease in machine washing. I wear them EVERY DAY. They are the third greatest thing to ever have happened to me. If you see them for sale somewhere and you, too, are totally fucking nuts, buy them. Seriously. They are life-altering.