I think I'm going to sew my own tablecloth.
Nothing can make a bigger impact on a room and is as easy to change up every few days. It's like changing your shirt-- which I also tend to change only every few days because I'm constantly soiling my wardrobe with PAINT!
But let's be real: tableclothes are boring and grandmothery (as in, "like a grandmother," not "in the nature of a grand moth." I think the latter would be a little bit more hip, though). The patterns you can buy them in are stale and are limited to the following:
-damask
-stripes
-grand mothery floral
-solid
Don't get me wrong- Josh immediately pinpointed my love of all that is grandma. I call it vintage, delicate, and intricate. I love tiny little fancy patterns, but I've been having a hell of a time finding a tablecloth that matches my taste.
So what's stopping me from essentially sewing two sheets of sexy fabric together today? Besides the fact that I don't own a sewing machine, nothing is as simple as it sounds. I am going to add this project somehwere on my list of twenty-six bajillion things to do. And when I do-- you will be the first to know about it.
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