A Happy Accident

Last year, my Grandfather turned 95. My mom, her brother, her sister and I planned an awesome party for him. Printed invitations, catered with good country food - fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, a yummy, yummy homemade cake. I decided that we needed deviled eggs. My aunt and I agreed to make them - enough for 100 people. That meant boiling and peeling four dozeen eggs each. What I didn't forsee is how long it takes to peel 48 hard-boiled eggs. Not a fun way to spend a Friday night, for certain. By the time I shelled Egg #48, I was exhausted.

I dumped the yolks in a ziploc bag and put them in the fridge. The next morning, I dumped about a half a jar of mayonaisse (Dukes, naturally) in the bag. Then I grabbed a bag of bacon pieces and the jar of parmesan. I poured it all in the ziploc back, zipped it closed and kneaded it until it was the right consistency. When I tasted the concoction, WOW! It tasted amazing! What a happy accident! Those eggs won rave reviews, and I probably could have eaten an entire dozen of them myself. What a happy accident!

I tell you that story to tell you this story.

I've been seeing Union Jack pillows everywhere.



Ballard Designs $71

Etsy $61





Another etsy. Can't recall the price.




First dibs. Too mortified at the price!



I remembered that at some point, I had bought some t-shirt transfer paper for printers. A quick google search brought me to the union jack I used.



I grabbed a piece of linen I had lying around and sprinted to the Rowenta!

Hmmmm. At first, I was chagrined at the outcome. Then then more I looked at it, I loved it. No, I loooooooved it.



I'm not sure I would have loved her as well if she'd been perfect. She looks like she's been through it. Just like my cousins in the Royal Family.

Another happy accident.