Throw pillows never come easy to me. It isn't the construction I find hard, but just making something that I actually want sitting in my house a month later. So here is yet another attempt. I'm feeling a bit more pleased than I normally do at the end of pillow project, but only time will tell. Creating all the little tucks by hand was tedious, but enjoyable too.

A couple weeks ago my mom and I spent the day at a few of our favorite Chicago thrift stores. As I always tend to do, I loaded up on a pile of lots of little mismatched dishes. A creamer dish, lots of little plates and saucers, set of gold-plated port glasses, and a mound of cereal bowls (we never seem to have enough).

To this day it still boggles me that people don't appreciate the thrilling hunt of thrift stores. To dig through a mound of junkie old Christmas platters and discover a nineteenth century ironstone serving dish edged in pink at the bottom. How could it get any better than that?