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The Hubster's Valance

Recently, the Hubster's division was moved across the base.  This was a great opportunity to change things up in his office.  Even better, with the move he gained a window.  While we were decorating his office, we came up with the idea of creating a curtain from some of his dive shirts.  For Navy divers, dive shirts are a big deal.  Starting with the shirt from dive school, divers collect shirts from their duty stations and trade shirts with other divers.  Most of the time, the shirt itself is navy blue with gold (yellow) lettering.  Occasionally, shirts will feature full color illustrations.  Just because all of the shirts were blue does not mean that they matched though. One of the shirts was 19 years old so it was quite faded while one was relatively new.  Matching all of those shades of blue and gold proved to be quite challenging.  Fortunately, we found a Moda fabric called Marble Star in yellow that worked beautifully to tie all of the shades of gold together. The finished valance turned out even better than I had hoped.
The Hubster's Valance by Michelle on the Edge

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