Here comes the bride.
My (not so) little brother is getting married tomorrow, which of course means that my house is full of flowers.
His little chicky (aka fiancee) wanted to be surrounded with purple, yellow, and white on her big day.
So naturally, her wish is our command.
My house smells glorious, and I’m gearing up to make a billion boutonierres and bouquets.
Right after I go have some yummy food at the dinner in their honor.
But don’t worry, I still love you. And I still have a bunch of quilts and projects to show you, too.
Just as soon as I can breathe.