One of my favorite things about Boise is the abundance of virtually untouched thrift store action.
I’ve spent hours upon hours rummaging the neglected racks of the florescently (is that a word?) lit warehouses and I almost always leave heavy-handed and with barely even a dent to my wallet.
I don’t know why I’m instinctively drawn to paisley prints, but last week one hellova paisley number pulled me in. There, amidst its dingy surroundings of tattered polyester and shoulder-pad city, I knew I had found true love.
I rescued it, ($3.75, are you kidding me?) and took it to my cloffice, where I immediately whipped out my seam ripper and went to town on the shoulder pads and exaggerated puff-sleeves.
The potential was immediately evident. I pinned a new sleeve hem and sewed those puppies up, all the while dreaming of delicious pattern pairs.
Ta-da!
Ah, yes. Paisley and leopard. An obvious choice.
End scene.
xx SP
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