And so, how could I not give her her very own Union Jack pillow
just to relive all the great memories of monuments visited,
West End musicals sung-along-with, and Hobnobs consumed?
About half-way there. I’m in love with each block.
I have loved pulling out lots of
fabrics from the stash.
But as I step back, I think I need to throw in some more bigger-scale prints.
What I really need is a good English-garden,
Cath Kidston-ish, vintage-looking cabbage rose.
It’s kind of hard to find those prints right now.
I may have to dig through my mom’s stash too.