tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16235250643761743522011-07-07T17:50:49.531-07:00Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-88079570404468413612010-01-04T09:11:00.000-08:002010-01-04T09:12:43.736-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/S0Ifev_eHtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6LKVgH2yAUY/s1600-h/edenreesecollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/S0Ifev_eHtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6LKVgH2yAUY/s400/edenreesecollage.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/S0Ifc8TifKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wwYkC_A0Ikk/s1600-h/Avacollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/S0Ifc8TifKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wwYkC_A0Ikk/s400/Avacollage.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The moment Ava opened her gift she said, "I want it on," and proceeded to remove all her clothes. Eden was only slightly less enthused, but enthused none the less. Little Reese will have to grow into hers. The joy of having three girly-girls in the family.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">December 2009<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-8807957040446841361?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-30963744315454465582009-10-10T15:26:00.000-07:002009-10-10T15:26:44.625-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">I've had this quilt finished since January. How's that for procrastination?<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/StEJ0CjCXUI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5cOuJS51dKw/s1600-h/Quilt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/StEJ0CjCXUI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5cOuJS51dKw/s400/Quilt.jpg" /></a> <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">January, 2009<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-3096374431545446558?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-409862349294438472009-09-19T19:36:00.000-07:002009-09-19T19:36:20.198-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">One last baby project and now maybe I can work on some adult items.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This quilt was created for my friend Nikole's baby boy Carter.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SrWU8tybT1I/AAAAAAAAApk/GPzan6v18-Q/s1600-h/Carter%27s+Quilt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SrWU8tybT1I/AAAAAAAAApk/GPzan6v18-Q/s400/Carter%27s+Quilt.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">August, 2009<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-40986234929443847?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-22028886712114747892009-09-11T08:56:00.000-07:002009-09-22T11:57:24.589-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">These soft and light stacking rings were made for my friend Jenni and her new baby Layla.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SqpzMzvEV9I/AAAAAAAAApU/NQEzB7mmQlY/s1600-h/rings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SqpzMzvEV9I/AAAAAAAAApU/NQEzB7mmQlY/s400/rings.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">July, 2009 <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-2202888671211474789?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-14054441129842214052009-09-09T07:00:00.000-07:002009-09-19T19:36:58.194-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">I'm rather jealous of this diaper bag. The fabric I love. The design I love, with my own modifications. I'll have to make one for myself someday. (In case you haven't noticed, I have had a lot of baby gifts to make of late. Boring, I know.)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sqe0pAefsGI/AAAAAAAAApM/ggUaxw_ukuc/s1600-h/diaperbagtop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sqe0pAefsGI/AAAAAAAAApM/ggUaxw_ukuc/s400/diaperbagtop.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">June 2009<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-1405444112984221405?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-52935298810031080352009-09-03T08:21:00.000-07:002009-09-22T11:57:40.876-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These little dittys were made for Mrs. Brooke's baby Noah.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sp_ecaJzwYI/AAAAAAAAApA/LWURwcEjluQ/s1600-h/babyshirts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sp_ecaJzwYI/AAAAAAAAApA/LWURwcEjluQ/s400/babyshirts.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">May 2009<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-5293529881003108035?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-51554356919108501922009-09-01T07:30:00.000-07:002009-09-19T19:37:31.461-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">A bag for my yoga mat and a simple tote for... toteing.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376506460045005506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sp0wI7OTUsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gHWuwK57TCQ/s400/bags.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" />Tote ~ June 2008<br />Yoga Bag ~ February 2009<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-5155435691910850192?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-74344697182893666762009-08-21T15:29:00.000-07:002009-08-21T15:31:28.020-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Soft, squishy blocks and bag for my friend Brooke's baby Noah.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/So8fxSDprII/AAAAAAAAAn0/PVOHJACnMBM/s1600-h/babyblocks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/So8fxSDprII/AAAAAAAAAn0/PVOHJACnMBM/s400/babyblocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372547811997494402" border="0" /></a><br />May 2009<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-7434469718289366676?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-53714521116666630172009-08-18T21:54:00.001-07:002009-08-18T21:58:04.224-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Stefanie friend has a sister named Jamie. Jamie has a son. Jamie become pregnant with a daughter. Jamie saw <a href="http://designbravery.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heart-babies.html">skull and crossbones booties</a>. Jamie liked skull and crossbones booties. But skulls and crossbones will not do for a baby girl. Hello, pink lions and giraffes.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouFi81BybI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iRoBDcKIQr8/s1600-h/IMG_1884.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouFi81BybI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iRoBDcKIQr8/s400/IMG_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371533816060037554" border="0" /></a><br />And a changing pad for Stefanie, because she probably could use one.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouFjdHPHwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VP6XH6JJtxM/s1600-h/IMG_1887.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouFjdHPHwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VP6XH6JJtxM/s400/IMG_1887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371533824726343426" border="0" /></a><br />March 2009<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-5371452111666663017?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-41734612145657004092009-08-18T21:48:00.001-07:002009-09-02T14:14:08.165-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">This pillow is a prime example of me being too stupid to know how hard something is before I make it. See that flower? Yeah, I made each individual petal. Those petals? Made of two layers of felt fused together. I hate fusing. Cut out individually. One inch stitch on the back to make it curl. Each petal individually stitched to the pillow. My blood, sweat, and tears are in this pillow. I broke a needle making this pillow. And I didn't just make one. I made one for my mom-in-law for Christmas, to thank her for the sewing machine I have loved so much.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouERQ3EXUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/hoWVGqkEMVQ/s1600-h/IMG_1659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouERQ3EXUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/hoWVGqkEMVQ/s400/IMG_1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371532412688031042" border="0" /></a>December 2008<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-4173461214565700409?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-41049059937976758062009-08-18T21:43:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:46:24.145-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">I love these pillows. They give brightness and cheer to our living room.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouDHieKDII/AAAAAAAAAnE/uTDUb4nBGgI/s1600-h/pillows.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouDHieKDII/AAAAAAAAAnE/uTDUb4nBGgI/s400/pillows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371531146105064578" border="0" /></a>~ August 2008<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-4104905993797675806?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-54757702622080220142009-08-18T21:36:00.001-07:002009-08-19T09:03:27.045-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">These items were made in celebration of the birth of Ryder Lee, sweet Stefanie's son. Sadly, I have not sewn anything for my own adorable nieces. Though I did knit the older girls hats that have probably been torn to pieces by now. Forgive me, Kayla. I promise, someday, they will each have their own original quilt made by Aunt Heather.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouBXL275QI/AAAAAAAAAm0/O9-bPehv0z4/s1600-h/monkeybag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouBXL275QI/AAAAAAAAAm0/O9-bPehv0z4/s400/monkeybag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371529215889630466" border="0" /></a>Monkey Laundry Bag<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouBW7LKxDI/AAAAAAAAAms/lYRgvy2s9z4/s1600-h/booties.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouBW7LKxDI/AAAAAAAAAms/lYRgvy2s9z4/s400/booties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371529211411088434" border="0" /></a>Skull and Crossbones Booties.<br /><br />August 2008<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouBXgvHLOI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Pp-TRAEedU/s1600-h/stefheathercraig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouBXgvHLOI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8Pp-TRAEedU/s400/stefheathercraig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371529221493959906" border="0" /></a>Mrs. Stefanie (and Mr. Lee)<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-5475770262208022014?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-15135780920591080022009-08-18T21:31:00.001-07:002009-08-18T21:35:49.384-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Have I told you how much I love aprons? How it makes me feel so domestic (I love feeling domestic)? How it makes me want to put on my heels and pearls and red lipstick and bake something delicious for my husband? I believe that meals always turn out better when you are wearing an apron.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouAK-4Kd4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/OVOZ27-pZCU/s1600-h/apron.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/SouAK-4Kd4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/OVOZ27-pZCU/s400/apron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371527906735060866" border="0" /></a><br />~ July 2008<br />(Also made one out of a blue polka dot for a newlywed at our church who declared that she didn't have a single apron. Sacrilege!)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-1513578092059108002?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-56196706554081341752009-08-18T21:29:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:30:50.258-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sot_0K6QxPI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_0ikJMCcYiA/s1600-h/IMG_1466.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sot_0K6QxPI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_0ikJMCcYiA/s400/IMG_1466.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371527514828096754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sot_zux3czI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-j4wfc7DQzU/s1600-h/IMG_1465.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sot_zux3czI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-j4wfc7DQzU/s400/IMG_1465.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371527507276690226" border="0" /></a><br />~ April 2008<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-5619670655408134175?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-63547764206678283042009-08-18T21:25:00.001-07:002009-08-18T21:29:15.709-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">My very first project. I hired mom-in-law to make my dearest Stefanie a funky retro apron for Christmas. To me she gave a sewing machine and the scraps from the apron. Naturally, a pot holder was born. And before you start judging me, the squares are supposed to be crooked. I think it's not too bad for a first project, if I say so myself.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sot-1F5svMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/dkX4VlaGl4o/s1600-h/IMG_1477.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sot-1F5svMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/dkX4VlaGl4o/s400/IMG_1477.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371526431151799490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sot-0o_Tn8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/6uvyEJIGBc4/s1600-h/IMG_1476.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pVmLdcmlfhI/Sot-0o_Tn8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/6uvyEJIGBc4/s400/IMG_1476.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371526423390691266" border="0" /></a><br />~ March 2008<br /></div><img src="file:///Y:/Documents/Heather/Heather%27s%20Blog/DesignBravery/IMG_1476.gif" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-6354776420667828304?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623525064376174352.post-31118222791252457602009-08-18T21:15:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:47:18.053-07:00I don't believe I am very talented. Only brave. Not inspired. Only brave. And bravery, as we all know, only means you are too stupid to know just how hard something is before you leap in with both feet.<br /><br />I didn't know how much I would enjoy sewing when my mother-in-law bought me a sewing machine. But here I am with a virtual scrapbook of all the things I've made (virtual, because I'm smart enough to know that real scrapbooking is hard).<br /><br />If you ask me real nice, I might be for hire. But mostly these pictures are for my pleasure and your pleasure. Enjoy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623525064376174352-3111822279125245760?l=www.designbravery.com' alt='' /></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940373748636027631noreply@blogger.com0