Schneider's Barbala

Last week, in an ill-fated Sunday attempt to find a turquoise necklace for Amy to take back to Bridgett, we discovered Bohemia, an Artist's Emporium, in the same strip mall as Picante and Yikes!

We found lots of cool stuff there, but nothing suitable for Bridgett and nothing I thought I couldn't attempt on my own. So I came home and collaged Schneider's Barbala.

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sulu-design said…

You. Just. Rock.
I love that you see something that inspires you and you do somethind about it immediately, like you did with teaching yourself how to crochet. And your end products are always amazing. Good for you!

9:15 AM

shy_smiley said…

Susan, your comments always gratify and motivate me. I'm glad my blog survived your Bloglines purge!

7:28 AM

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