the pied piper picks a peck of pickled piping
before i started working on my cushions, i took a quick look at my martha stewart decorating book because i knew she had some instructions for making piped seat cushions. my first thought upon reading them: oh my god, she makes her own piping. freak.
two and a half packages of piping later, i realize that she was smart. duh. at least when you make your own, you don’t have to worry that you’ll run out. i’ve cleaned out two local joann’s only to come up with five packages of the stuff. (so if you live in the south bay and you need yale blue piping, looks like you’re s.o.l. sorry.)
on one lousy cushion, i have burned through two and half packs of piping. if i were smarter, i would have known this would happen, but i don’t plan well things that require mathematical calculation.
piping offends my spirit, so it sucks that i like how it looks. piping. it just sounds so preppy yet shrill. plus the company has, to me anyway, what sounds like an incredibly lame offer. send in $4 and three labels and get a large stash of clippings and remnants for doll’s clothes and small projects. clippings. remnants. even my mom scoffed. maybe if i had a daughter or i enjoyed small projects this would be interesting – but i don’t and i don’t, so right now it just sounds awfully ridiculous.
just watch, my second child is going to be a girl and then i’ll have to write about the amazing generosity of this company for offering me scraps for mere box-tops and a nominal fee. feh.