"The success and happiness of a person can be measured by the amount of throw pillows they possess."
I'm pretty sure some philosopher type dude said that. Or then again, maybe I just made it up. I can't seem to remember...
But regardless, I have have lots of throw pillows in my life. And I love them. A couch and a bed are not a couch or a bed unless they have like 40 pillows to squish yourself into, and about 19 blankets to snuggle yourself under. Yes. I have an addiction. To pillows and blankets.
And this week in my sewing fury I made more. Yup, I have issues. I know.
And my bed is only a twin size.
But it is a very, very comfy twin. Thanks to my philosophy on pillows. And yes, I am very happy about it.
ps: LOOK! I used an iron to make sure the fabric for the pillows was all flat. My sister (an iron addict) saw this as a sign of Christs second coming.
For anyone who knows me, you are celebrating this miracle right along with me. For those of you who don't know me: I don't iron. Ever. My wardrobe is iron free, and perhaps wrinkly, but I am happy about that too!