Friday, February 09, 2018
Pictures From My Life- February 9
Picture from blog of WomanWithWings
I just LOVE this idea. And I have a large amount of clothespins and floss. Something to work on while watching Netflix for the duration of the Olympics. I like the competitions not the stories. I want to see ALL of the competitors, not just the winners or the Americans or the horrible accidents.
Long ago (and far away--but that's Star Wars) I would "shop" in the Five and Dime type store we had in Town (long gone). A store that had a bit of everything, nothing expensive plus a little restaurant. Which reminded me (I had forgotten) of "going shopping" with my grandmother when we shared a house with my father's parents. We always stopped at Woolworths to have grilled cheese at the counter (1950's).
Here in Town (in the early years of living here before I made friends or had the internet), I would wander around the store, buy lemon drop candy, socks and then go down into the basement and select a handful of strands of floss. Then wind them on little plastic paddles. I numbered them as well--at first, so I could buy more when those ran out. I even purchased see thru cases for the collection.
I did quite a bit of embroidery back then. Very Victorian Stuff. On jewel colored silks and velvets. I even began to teach small classes on how to make your own crazy quilt sewing caddy. Heavily embroidered with additions of sparkly beads. I even crossed over into Baltimore style appliqué with silk ribbons. Truth be told- my true love in fabric and thread is Baltimore appliqué. But I also loved primitive appliqué.
See how going deep into the past can awaken what you loved once and then forgot? In my case--it's going deep into the Attic Boxes.
There is an entire appliqué quilt up there. Competed blocks. Almost finished borders. Sawtooth--hand appliquéd. Endless little triangles on both edges of the less that 3 inch wide borders. I think the quilt would finish at double bed size. Was supposed to only be twin sized. No machine work. The making of what is up there in the Attic Boxes-- possibly 3 years or more. The hunt for fabric was endless. I kept running out--because I kept making more blocks--and then needed more fabric to make the wide borders....... which are deep and have a combination of all the block motifs appliquéd--which means having the identical fabrics. I never actually arrived at the point of making the wide outside borders. People died. Friends were lost. Jobs were lost. I was lost.
So much History in that fabric. In the Attic Boxes.
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