Guess who finally got their act together and made a pillow cover out of that amazing new wool gifted by the best best friend?
I just moved into a new place and my temporary 18 year old roommate is striving to be a fashion designer. His first sewing class was learning how to sew an envelope pillow.
“That is adorable,” I thought when he told me. Got to start somewhere, right?
Ha! Was I ever so wrong. Let me just say, the kid has some major talent. Those seams were as straight as an arrow. And his choice of coordinating, modern, masculine fabrics? Superb.
A few nights ago he showed me his sketches of a new women’s line of clothing he’s designed. My god, can this kid can draw. And that one-shouldered number sketched so delicately on his size 0, and huuuge busted model. Blown away.
So he’s 18, he can draw, he can sew, he can design women’s wear, and he’s got impeccable taste in fabric.
I, on the other hand, need three separate attempts at an envelope pillow to get it right. Of course, I didn’t tell the roomie this. Can’t let those teenage egos getting too out of control…
Behold, my envelope pillow:
I still have half of the fabric left, so I’m going to attempt to whip up a little over the shoulder purse. We shall see what becomes of this grand plan. If an envelope pillow almost killed me…gah, let’s not discuss it.