I didn’t die, either (though you wouldn’t know it from my prolonged absence from this blog). Thank you, faithful readers, for coming back to look day after day after day!
A few weeks ago I bought a vintage quilt on eBay. A crazy colored quilt. A cheap quilt that no one else wanted. But I think it’s flat out wonderful.
Technically this is a comforter, not a quilt, because it’s tied, not quilted. Click here to see more!
Last week I found a wonderful candlestick thing that I HAD to use with a vintage Christmas tablecloth. Don’t they look great together? Especially with matching red candles.
Of course the candles DRIPPED! What was I thinking?!
Fortunately for me, this tablecloth can be rescued. Here’s how to do it:
Some of these spring days are a little dreary. April showers, you know? But chores still have to be done.
This vintage (1960s? 1970s?) apron cheers me right up. Cinderella would have loved it.
Well, Janeray, I can’t compete with the sheer amazing number of vintage tablecloths you’ve got. I started collecting them years later than you did, after all.
And I can’t compete with your brand-spankin’-new super-steamo iron, either.
But the ironing board?
Oh yeah. I got you beat on that one!
When I got married, I had a rickety 1980s ironing board and Bluesray had a super sturdy 1960s ironing board. We kept his and took mine to the thrift shop.
His board was aqua!
Twenty-some years later, a couple of the welds on that ancient aqua board finally failed. I couldn’t bear to trash it, though, so it’s down in the basement now, patiently waiting to be repurposed as a display piece for shows.
And then I went out and found the ironing board of my vintage tablecloth dreams: the Reliable Longboard.
Do you ever get stuck on a project because you can’t do it “right”? No? Well then you’re way more adjusted than I am.
I’ve had piles and heaps of tablecloths sitting in my dining room for a few weeks now. (Yes, I am the house slob. ManRay never makes messes like this in the house. His tragedies are confined to his garage.)
I sorted through most of my tablecloths before heading to Sage Farm’s show the first week of April. (“Most” because I found another tote stuffed with tablecloths in storage this morning.) And there they sat. And sat. And then…