{"id":525,"date":"2011-03-31T18:58:00","date_gmt":"2011-03-31T22:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/thursday-march-31-2011\/"},"modified":"2011-03-31T18:58:00","modified_gmt":"2011-03-31T22:58:00","slug":"thursday-march-31-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/thursday-march-31-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Thursday March 31, 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"March<\/a> <\/p>\n

Repurposing is all the rage these days. It’s not one of my talents. Maybe that’s because I’ve never been able to visualize a project before I’m actually in it. I walk into Joanns and see bolt after bolt of gorgeous fabric. But nothing leaps out at me saying, “Hey, you could make a ________ with this one and a ______ with this one. I admire and walk on, because I have no idea what I would make or how many yards it would take or what notions would need to accompany it. <\/p>\n

I see links to blogs with beautiful creations. Some new. Some old made new with junk (cough, cough) that suddenly turns vintage in the hands of a creator. <\/p>\n

\"March<\/a> <\/p>\n

So I’m not a creator. Or a visionary. But I really wanted to see if I could. My mom used to create all the time when I was little. I would watch her paint (artsy things, not just walls like I do). And sew. And decorate cakes. And arrange flowers. She didn’t need a pattern; she just made things. I thought when I grew up I’d be able to do those things, too. Turns out, you actually have to have the gift. Christy inherited it. Beth and I … well, we have other gifts. <\/p>\n

But I am a pretty good copycat. So one day as I browsed Goodwill I spotted two extra large king size pillowcases. At fifty cents a piece I didn’t think I could go too awfully wrong if nothing ever happened. A 40% off Joanns coupon and one big bag of polyester fill later, I was all set. <\/p>\n

Yesterday was the day. I made one pillow with a foldover flap and a button just like the pillows I always drool over in the Pottery Barn magazine. It was so much easier than I thought so I started another …. and then they sort of just took off by themselves as scraps looked just the right size to do this and then that and before I knew it … well, ok, no at 11:00 that night I had four darling little throw pillows for the bench on our front porch.<\/p>\n

\"March<\/a> <\/p>\n

I am ecstatic! The only problem … I thought that since they were so inexpensive, I would just leave them outside all the time and when they get dusty I’ll throw them in the washer. I mean, at this price, they are next to disposable. But now that I like them so much, I’m feeling protective. What if the neighbors dogs shred them like they do Goldi’s bed every six months? What if I wash them and the old er, vintage fabric falls apart? So maybe you should give me a heads up when you’re coming and I’ll have them out there ready to welcome you. Besides, then I’ll have time to brew fresh iced tea.<\/p>\n

The funniest part of the project was David’s look of surprise. Somehow I hadn’t really translated the idea of repurposing so when he saw the humongous originals and heard my words “I’m going to make pillows for the front porch,” he thought I was going to stuff them and sew them shut as is! I’m still snickering at the mental image of dog bed sized pillows …. hey, come to think of it, that just gave me another inspiration.<\/p>\n

Happy it’s almost the weekend!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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