Last weekend I picked up four vintage printed kitchen towels at a great antique shop in Ilion, New York.
It’s the colors that got me, of course!
The floral print is pretty.
Though the long edges were raveled a bit, the towels didn’t show any wear or stains. They looked new, actually.
Then I looked closer at the raveled edges.
I think all of them are easy enough for even a beginning stitcher to enjoy making.
Like this sweet cotton towel with a little Dutch washerwoman. Isn’t her flowered skirt adorable?
Have you ever splurged on something without a single regret? Earlier this summer I found a collection of vintage quilt tops for sale on Instagram. They’d been used to cover tables at a country wedding. (Lucky, lucky bride!) The handful of photos were itty-bitty but I could see the quilt tops were made of amazing old fabric. It was a now-or-never moment. So I bought all five of them!
Fast forward a few weeks, and two friends invited me to go fabric shopping in Lancaster. I took two of the vintage quilt tops along. Yes, there’s more!
Months ago somebody handed me a bag full of quilt bits their grandmother or great-aunt had left them, because I like sewing and all, so maybe I could finish it and have a nice quilt. Why, thank you very much!
At home, I opened the bag and saw this.
And closed the bag and stuffed it away somewhere. Because, while that bit on top there is nicely done patchwork, it is flaming-’80s “country” colors in stiff fabrics that are heavy on the polyester.
First off, I don’t quilt. Yet.
But when I finally start, I don’t want to make something in colors that don’t appeal to me and in fabric that’s unpleasant to handle. There’s no way in tarnation I’d put that much work into polyester.
Well, that was then. I found the forgotten bag recently and decided to dump everything out and see how bad it really was. Turns out, there were just a few ugly pieces on top. Underneath . . . . . -See what I found!>
99.99% of the time I couldn’t cut up a vintage tablecloth for a sewing project. But sometimes they just can’t be saved. Holes the size of an egg right in the middle of an otherwise wonderful tablecloth released me from all guilt in turning this one into a small curtain for my front door.
The other half of the same tablecloth ended up as a small valance over my kitchen sink window.