A Soft Place to Land…For My Bottom
No tutorials here. I made this one up. Even though, I have to admit, it wasn’t really that hard. The hardest part has been trying to find time to finish them!
Pillows.
I made pillows.
Not pillows for the couch, or pillows for the bed; literally pillows for my butt. Lucky for the other butt’s in this family, I made one for each of them too. Our cheeks officially have a soft place to land.
And if you are a smarty pants, you have already figured out why me, the sewing imbecile, thought it necessary to overcome my intense fear of the sewing machine to make such a thing as a pillow.
And if you are not a smarty pants, I will give you a pass assuming that as an incredibly busy Mom, you didn’t have time to read my post from Wednesday. I forgive you because I am hopelessly behind in so many areas of my life, I have no room to pass judgment.
The pillows I made are for the morning sage ritual my kids and I have been partaking in as of late.
I bought these beautiful colors of silk from the fabric store that I absolutely could not resist. They reminded me of photos of Nepal and Tibet. A world of bright colors against barren jagged landscapes. The saffron of a monks robe, the blue of prayer flag floating on the breeze, they were all so beautiful I couldn’t decide. Lucky enough for me, the kids have favorite colors, so the black and pink were easy choices.
Now our butts, well the kids butts at least, as there are still two pillows with pins across one side as Mommy hasn’t exactly had time to hand sew them closed yet, have some padding for our ceremonial mornings.
Success!
