An Interlude

Big projects that seem interminable rule my life. However, occasionally an interlude happens. First of all, we went to the local weekend frippe (flea market).

The 25-cent pile offered quantities of shirts, blouses and skirts. 


A treasure pile--my basket runneth over.

Then we had to get it all back to the car.



My daughter snagged a 25-cent linen top and asked me (pleaded) for a small 
appliqué flower to cover a spot on the front. 

She chose an interesting black fabric (formerly an ensemble) from my stash.

Me being me, little appliqué flowers seemed out of the question. Just can't bend my mind around the concept. Needleturn appiqué to the rescue.

I tried to catch the whole design--tricky.

Finished and ironed.

However, the proof is in the pudding, as they say. 

It was meant to be worn.

The proud owner modeled her new top. 

I have to admit, I dazzled myself--a knock-out!

And then she handed me a pair of pants with a spot. Could I do just one small appliqué flower?

Linked to Nina Marie's "Off the Wall Friday."