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Custom orders are fun

Posted on January 12, 2012 by Larissa

I loved making another custom order this week for a lady who wanted my owls mobile in pastel tones and including the colours turquoise, lilac, baby pink, lemon and white, with a purple ring at the top.

It’s amazing what fabrics I can find in my stash and how they can go together in ways I never would have tried.

She loved it and I loved making it. Win, win. I’m happy to work with you to create something that we both enjoy – don’t be afraid to ask.

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Gabbi says:

January 12, 2012 at 10:03 pm

What a great combination – gorgeous colours!

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Jacq says:

January 12, 2012 at 11:48 pm

Lovely! turquoise is a great color, so happy!

Jacq

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