I am notorious for shopping at thrift stores, and usually I can find nice items that need no restoration. I thought this was the case with a lovely heathered beige racerback top. I was beaming when I made it home with a clothing item for ME instead of the kids, so I tossed my new treasure in the washer, and waited anxiously to try it on.
After sitting in the dryer through dinner, bath, and bedtime with the kiddos, my shirt was ridiculously wrinkled, but I had to see if it fit me well, so I tried it on and took a look in the mirror. It was perfect! The neckline didn't plunge too low for my boyish chest, the racer back straps hit directly in the middle of my back so I could even where my favorite convertible bra. The lighting in my room is horrible, so I stepped into my bathroom to take a good look at myself under the vanity lights, and that's when I noticed a nasty little stain lurking just under the right shoulder. This orange monstrosity could only be the left overs from some tomato based dish gone awry.
With a pout on my face I tossed the garment into my "remnants" bag and forgot about it.
A few weeks later I had just finished working on some lined clips, when I glanced up at the pin board hanging above my craft table. This board is covered with small crocheted embellishments, unfinished bows, and fabric rosettes that have not been used on other projects. A small crochet bow caught my eye, and I knew what to do!
I grabbed my glue gun, and lay out a piece of cardboard to cover the only work space not taken over by other projects - my bed!
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