Return to the Sequin Box

The BMC retreat I told you about yesterday was actually a birthday party for one of our founding muthas.

My sister designed and commissioned official club shirts as a birthday gift.


I made the project that necessitated a trip to the sequin box. It's a little wrist bag. We like shooting Patron, so it's a lime, get it? Cute, right? (Pattern and more pics are posted on my craft blog.)


Of course I wanted one for myself, too, so that gave me the opportunity to show you the bag with and without sequins. Sequin-haterz, admit it: It looks better con than sans, no?



Crafting took place at our retreat, too. When our little club formed, on the island in January, our host had her own little club. She and a few other women got together - often - to hand paint wine glasses. Our birthday girl requested that we do the same. So we brought wine glasses and martini glasses and shot glasses and salt shakers (a must have accessory for bad-ass tequila shootin' mamas such as ourselves), a slew of paints and paintbrushes, and our imaginations. (bonus points if you said 'imaginations' in your best starry-eyed Spongebob voice).


Yeah, I'm gonna stick with fiber arts, thanks for asking. There won't be any pictures of my work with the paint brush, 'cause those of you with pre-schoolers have better stuff hanging on your refrigerator right now. But it was fun, all the same.