“Hope” is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me.
{ Emily Dickinson }
I just ruined my first attempt in making my own birdcage veil by cutting the length of the 9 inch veil too short. 19 inch to be exact. Now I gotta buy another yard. Just hope that the next time I do it, it’s gonna be perfect because…
its 19 days away!
So I can’t afford another blunder like this since the luxury of time is now not something I can enjoy.
Meanwhile, I’m moving on to the fascinator.
I believe I more or less know what I want to achieve with my d.i.y. hair fascintor. Remember these posts?
On a side note, isn’t this a terrific idea!





