I have this love hate relationship with Martha Stewart. I hate that she bosses little kids around on her show and doesn’t get jokes. I hate that she embezzled and went to jail and now her industry is blossoming more than ever.
But I love Martha. I love that she is so particular and that she has this incredible staff that comes up with smashing ideas for everyday life.
So yesterday Andrew and I woke up and for the first Saturday in a long time…we had nothing to do. So I decided, as I’m sure many people do, to stay in my pjs and sew. Andrew decided on a much more practical occupation – something like changing my brakes.
So there I was, hair strewn like Einstein, wondering what I might sew. Then it struck me…Martha knows. She always knows. Oh how I hate/love her.
Here is the link for my project.
I had some old curtain material from our bathroom. I also had a ton of bathroom items to store and not a lot of space – being that I’m obsessed with facial products and that Andrew has eczema or that he naturally has no body oil, we have a lot of STUFF in our bathroom. I thought to myself, “Valerie, this is the perfect solution! Maybe I should print out the directions before I start….nah!”
So even though Martha very considerately gives you directions, I didn’t look at them…at all. I kinda winged the pattern myself and decided it looked pretty good unfinished. I cut a ton of white fabric on the bias and stitched it together then I started on my maiden voyage into the unknown. Would it turn out? Would I meet a troop of ferocious aliens with pointy ears along the way? Only time would tell.
The next part in the project was the hardest. I knew I had seen an old pineapple hook inside the baby’s closet so I took one of the many screw drivers lying around and I took the hook off the door MYSELF. Yes, friends. It’s a new day. Handi-Val at your service! I’ll be here all week.
Then, and this is the unbelievable, I screwed the hook into the bathroom wall…BY HAND. Viola! No problem!
All that was left was to hang the marvelous piece of art on the wall…
And fill it with our bathroom crap….in a manner of speaking.
In other news: I dreamed last night that my dad wanted to buy me a whole new pregnancy wardrobe….oh….”for in sleep, what dreams may come!” Dad, if you’re reading this…you know my number.