Peony, peeOnee, peoNEE

When I saw these fabric flowers on pinterest, I knew immediately I had to make them. My sister loves peonies. Even though she can never remember how to say it. "peeOnee," she says, and instantly I am thrown back to our childhoods, when she was so small that she still talked on the phone with her pretend friend "Soapie" and her white-blond hair was always in a rat's nest. You'd never know she'd grow up to be so sophisticated and stylish and unable to say peony. (I say this like I can get the word stamina out of my mouth without thinking long and hard. Every.time.)

Making these flowers is easy enough. Cut fabric, melt it, pile them up, sew. However, there is some technique involved in getting the edges to melt and not burn. Unfortunately, the fabric I used was so light pink, you can see the charred edges.

The poppies are cute too! (Until you get the hang of melting the fabric, it's no five minute project. Just sayin'.)

Only a bit more

I have a new picture of the peony. This is what I have managed to do since Sunday. Last night, I spent the majority of my time blotting up dog urine from the bedroom carpet. Now, all of the trash has to be emptied every day. You can now access close-ups of each square on the afghan page.