Since I am working hard on getting my sewing shop up, I finally made myself an honest woman.
Nathan has asked for a coaster since we moved to the island. Because of the heat, our cold beverages seem to create a river of condensation. A simple drink can destroy everything on your table, including the finishing.
And because I love him, I took some time away from the
pressed peony workshop, and made him:
They even match our giant, plastic, yellow cups. patchwork joy!
I was trying to remember if we ever used coasters when we were kids... I don't think we did.
Am I remembering correctly, or did we destroy our parent's tables?