THROW PILLOWS: BALM FOR THE SOUL

I have professed my addiction to love for the throw pillow before, so it should come as no surprise that I truly believe that purchasing new ones  can change your whole perspective on life. Which I do truly believe. And though I adore the pillows that have graced our living room all winter:


Winter looks like it's on the way out, and those pillows need to go as well. Not forever, just to be cleaned and then put into a box in the attic until I'm not so sick of them that I want to barf every time I look at one. So, maybe forever. No, no, I kid. But new pillows are in the offing, you guys, and I could NOT be more excited.

You see, I've been a bit blue lately - a combination of things, really. Feeling under-appreciated - at my "real" job, at home, really everywhere. Feeling as though my New Year's resolution was for naught and that I have only complicated my life, not simplified it at all. Feeling useless, at work, at home, at the supermarket (don't ask). Just feeling generally stuck.

We've all been there, at least most people I know have, and I know that very little of these feelings are based in reality, and also that this too shall pass. But I'm not going to just wait for the blues to get up and go on their own, I'm going to usher them to the door and kick their ass out on to the mother-fucking street. And one way I am going to do that is with new throw pillows for the living room.

Now you may be wondering how I am going to afford all these new pillows, as I am still credit-card-less and on a strict, Ted-approved budget, as you guys know how I like my throw pillows: expensive and plentiful.

Well, after agonizing (I'm not exaggerating. AGONIZING) over dozens of fabrics and pillow sizes, and after having extended e-mail chats with several Etsy vendors over yardage and colorways and possible discounts for large orders, I have decided to go it alone. Not ALONE alone, just sort of alone. See, T-Dawg's mother-in-law is an amazing seamstress for whom whipping up a dozen or so pillows is nothing. And I found a fabric that I would totally marry if I weren't already happily married to Ted:


It's called Suzanni Chai and while no one on Etsy or eBay could find any, Calico Corners sells it and was also having their spring sale. 20% off! Yay! So I bought enough for three lumbar pillows and four squares. Then I got this amazing navy blue fabric:


Which appears sort of dark here, and kind of is in real life, too, but looks fucking AMAZING with New Fabric and I can't wait till everything gets here next week and starts getting made into pillow magic by T-Dawg's MIL Norma. All of which, because of the sale, and the friends-and-family discount that Norma is giving me, and because I chose to back the patterned pillows with an inexpensive twill, will cost me much less than going out and buying 17 pillows (shut UP, Ted, that's how many we NEED).

I am so besotted with the New Fabric, I brought home the sample they cut off for me at the store and placed it all over the living room to see how well it was going to go with everything. Then I took pictures. You think I am kidding but, sadly, I am not:

Scrap of New Fabric on Wooden Chair

Scrap of New Fabric on Blue Rug

Scrap of New Fabric on Blue Part of Orange Rug

Scrap of New Fabric on Couch

Scrap of New Fabric on Orange Chair

See? The New Fabric fits right in as though it was made to order for my living room. 

You may think I'm being simpleminded to think that changing the pillows in my living room is going to change my outlook on life, but you would be wrong. Well, you'd be right if that's the only thing I was going to do, but it's not, it's just the first thing. And the first thing is always the hardest, but anything that gets the ball rolling, wheels turning, the creative mind engaged, that's a good thing. Right? Right.

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