"Peacock blue? Do you have anything peacock blue?" On the heels of my Mother of the Groom dress dilemma and being asked to make a bridal veil, I have been asked to make a teen's prom vest. I pulled from my stash, what might work - a cut up saphire and black brocade - another, silver and blue with turquoise and a bolt of black satin. The saphire was a 1980 something bodice, which got no further than tailor tacks. Could I finagle a way to salvage it? The silver was a unanimous "NYET" - too sparkly - too Queen Elizabeth. A day later a delicious little swatch of silky material showed up - a glowing greeny blue - this would have been Cleopatra's eye colour - with burnished soft green on the wrong side. Gorgeous. GG is now moaning that Decadent Housewife has to go off to the fabric store once again. I measured the teen this morning, "Put the toast down, Buff, and quit puffing out your chest."
I am Decadent Housewife.
I live in the country.
I hum opera in the kitchen.
Welcome to my life.
It involves men. Speedy, Violinist, Fun, Buff and Geek Guy aka GG - four twenty-somethings and one husband - ah yes, and, The Baby Violinists.