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Painting the town red

Posted on March 13, 2012 by Larissa

How cool that my red jersey pants were featured on madeit‘s homepage today amongst the ‘Painting the Town Red Finds’:

And how cool that we posted this parcel today – a whole bunch of matching items for a new nursery:

I had a request from a lovely group of workmates who wanted a special gift for their co-workers’s new daughter. I made the red and pink birds mobile and a rattle and Mum made this beautiful lined gingham wrap with a frilled edge and a long 12-flag bunting to match the mobile.

We enjoyed thinking about and creating this order so much and welcome any enquiries.

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2 thoughts on “Painting the town red”

Jacq says:

March 14, 2012 at 2:22 pm

I love the baby set! What a great gift idea!
It’s a shame I cannot fit into those red pants…….!!

Jacq

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Gabbi says:

March 14, 2012 at 11:02 pm

What a gorgeous set, Larissa!! Fantastic idea… And we know how wonderful your mum’s wraps are 🙂

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