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In the midst of changing paint colors, there was some drama and death in our literal hen house. Girls have the propensity to turn Catty-Bitch on a dime, but these ladies have redefined my notion of mean girls. Our lone white Easter Egger bore the brunt of an episode of violence...and went in search of Chicken Heaven. Having buried her in the backyard, they then became the interest of lurking predators. Another lady bird became some rodent's dinner the following week after she was dragged from within the coop. It was hard times on the "Little Farm". All that to say that I felt a little uncomfortable moving forward with the Fox in the Hen House print.
I can be a bit superstitious.
Rifling through my overflowing bin of fabric, I rediscovered a sweet vintage sheet covered in daisy bouquets that I picked up last summer at the Salvation Army. It matched the new yellow paint perfectly, was crisp and girly without overkill, and was still simple. I spent a Saturday schlepping through sewing bassinet bedding without a pattern and was only mildly disgusted with the end results. I've intentionally hidden the pleat failure in this picture. Eventually I'll get around to fixing it. Eventually.
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