It was time to sew a zipper pouch...
isn't it amazing how fast skills are forgotten.
I had to slow down and think on this one
whereas a few years ago I could almost make these in my sleep.
I can't explain my love for western fabrics.
There is not another western bone in my body.
Not music, not landscaping and not home decorating...
just fabric.
Mr. b just finished this cowboy paint-by-number.
He loves western movies and books about cowboys.
I know...how do we even stay married?
~b
Those rodeo club want-to-be-cowboys in WSHS probably have a hand in your decision to not like anything western! That was when out west meant Gann Valley! HaHa
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