I hate the throw pillows that are sold with couches. I'm not even sure if hate is a strong enough word in this case. Detest. And once you get them you can't just throw them away - perfectly good pillows, albeit disturbing to look at. So they just get covered up for like $5 worth of fabric, and when I get sick of them (which, yes I'll admit it, I always do), I can change them up again. And since I had the sewing machine out this week, I might as well get a couple things done...
I couldn't resist. Okay, I really didn't try that hard. I had to have these monkeys.
Onto Brendan's bed they went, where they are sure to get pooped on, drooled on, and in every other way defiled. They totally clash and break all the finer rules of mixing fabrics. I love it.
The ever expanding gallery.
It would appear that the Mom-On-The-Can masterpiece didn't make the cut.
Maybe next time.