Made a lovely treasury this morning, in an ode to the dustbowl maiden:
It came about partly because of those gorgeous Beechnut arm warmers, but also because pale dusty colours have been floating about in my head in preparation for a bridal collection:
I have passed the point of thinking about it, passed the point of being drawn to pale colours, filling my favourites with dusty sherbets and saving inspiring images to my hard drive:
... and passed the point where I make a big pile of bits on my desk and look at them every day. The time has come to make things.