Raise your hand if you're sure!
Bekah drew me this little picture of her hand. You know how children do. They lay their hand so carefully on a sheet of paper, and with tongue stuck out at just the right angle, they trace around each finger. Bekah then embellished the little hand as she tends to do. I am afraid that there is no help for it- she is part gypsy and plays the role well. DH's mother wears rings on every finger and earrings large enough to make Xmas tree ornaments from them in a lean year! And of course, the nails are pink. Her favorite color. I made a copy of her picture, cut out the hand, drew it onto the fabric, appliqued it down. Quilted it a bit. Embellished with metallic thread and beads. And now I find it difficult to part with. sigh. You see, we have a friend who is a school teacher and she has been wanting something made by me and I thought the little raised hand would be fun. Her birthday was Monday and the little wallhanging is still in the quilting room... Oh, I hope I'm not a bad person, but I am contemplating sending her a postcard. Ok, maybe a collection of postcards. This little hand is a simple piece and I could duplicate it... but I hate doing something twice. That would explain my annoyance with housework. What? The dishes need washed...again?! So Jennifer, if you're out there and you're reading this... I have come upon a solution. You can have it the next time you visit. Fair enough? In the meantime, I'll try to get that postcard in the mail!